Cyrus Driskoll had evolved. You may have met him at one time or another. He lived up the street or around the corner or even next door. He charmed the girls, shared his best toys with the boys and primarily did what his parents and teachers told him to. Cyrus wasn’t perfect. He was just a regular kid. Occasionally, as with most children, he did something he shouldn’t have, but … [Read more...] about Cyrus Driskoll – Part 1
writing
Perspective
Is it just me? Sometimes, the moon looks like a giant light in a dark sky. Other times, I swear, it's a round keyhole into a brighter world. Now, maybe that keyhole moon has everything to do with how my eyes are focused and nothing to do with my imagination. But, I don't believe that. I have more luck writing on those keyhole nights. What's on the other side of sky's dark … [Read more...] about Perspective
Riding Shotgun
In March, I drove north to visit my daughter. The night before I left, I called her. "What's your address again, sweetie?" She sighed. The last two times, she had to come find me so I could follow her home. Embarassing! "I'm going to run it through Mapquest this time," I said. "That way, I have it all written down just in case I get lost." Well, when I put the address into … [Read more...] about Riding Shotgun
In my dreams
I awoke from a dream before 5 am, heart pounding. There were no zombies, no shadows chasing me across dark parking lots, no threat of my untimely demise--just a room full of strangers. I was supposed to be speaking at some sort of conference, but no one would acknowledge my presence. They just kept talking to each other. Even when I addressed them individually, they ignored … [Read more...] about In my dreams
Beneath the surface
It was an older home and yet the yard looked as though it had never been landscaped. The front "lawn" was a lumpy, flattish, foxtail garden that dropped off toward the street. Half the bank was covered with lavender vinka. The other half sloped at a different angle, as if the previous owners used it for a driveway on occasion. That portion was a mass of California poppies, … [Read more...] about Beneath the surface
