The Tamale Hut Cafe Writers Group that I administer were to be the feature at the Oct, 2017 Reading Series night, and we thought we’d do something special, so we agreed to all write to a prompt. We agreed on a sentence and all the stories started with it. This was my contribution. I read it at the Tamale Hut on October 28, 2017. You can read it at the link above.
Not My Finest Hour
I tried to write a story in the style of my buddy Chris, a first-person account of something using lots of colorful and bombastic language, but I discovered that it’s much more difficult to do than he makes it look. What came out was my account of something in my past that I’m not particularly proud of, but with the passage of time makes a pretty funny anecdote. I read it at the Tamale Hut on September 17, 2016. You can read it at the link above.
Out Of Area
I’m not sure where the idea for this story came from, but it was a challenge to read to the Tamale Hut because several lines are in Polish. I read it (thanks to pronunciation help from my Mom) at the Tamale Hut on June 25, 2016. You can read it at the link above.
Possibly the funniest thing I’ve written so far, if you don’t mind a little low brow humor. I read it at the Tamale Hut on February 21, 2015. You can read it at the link above.
Into The Fog
This is my first attempt at a creepy story for Halloween. I read it at the Tamale Hut on October 25, 2014. You can read it at the link above.
I’ve had a theory about mirrors for a long, long time. I finally worked it into a story, and when I read it at the Tamale Hut on July 27, 2013, people seemed to like it. You can read all about it at the link above.
Our Wedding Day
In September of 2012, the monthly Tamale Hut Café Reading Series event fell on our anniversary date. I told Stephie I was going to read the latest episode of The Sleep Detectives, but I surprised her by reading to the group the story of our Wedding Day. You can read that story (and see pictures from our big day) at the link above.
The Cheyenne Story
This is the story of the first dog Stephie and I adopted together. I began writing it the weekend after she passed away, but put it away unfinished because it was too painful at the time. I completed it a year later, in 2003, when I used it as my final project for a web design course I took at Elmhurst College. You can read all about her at the link above. Warning: if you’re a dog lover, it may make you cry. It usually does for me.