The Sharp Sting

“The editors have carefully read your submission, but we regret that it does not meet our current needs.” Ouch. Rejection hurts. It hurts because it’s personal. My writing is a part of me; the story an extension of my life story. And when someone turns it down, it gouges a neat little hole in myContinue reading “The Sharp Sting”

The Day Cursive Died

I remember my third grade teacher, Mrs. Hubbard, telling me that in middle school, I would only be allowed to write in cursive. This wasn’t very comforting to the kid who struggled with the lines of capital G and S. Still, I was assured that print would be forbidden beyond the gates of my elementaryContinue reading “The Day Cursive Died”

The End of an Era

All things must end. Wind and water erode mountains, rust eats away steel, entropy unravels the universe and my university deletes my email account. I guess it was bound to happen eventually, but I’m not ready to give it up. I still use it for correspondence (and coupons), to use the school’s wireless internet andContinue reading “The End of an Era”

The Year In Focus

When you’re developing film by hand, you always print a contact sheet — a single print of all of the negatives on your roll of film. Every shot is laid out in neat rows, side by side for comparison. You can see which photos are correctly exposed, composed and lit and which ones you shouldContinue reading “The Year In Focus”

A Toast to a Toast

My friend Nathan is getting married in three days. As the best man, I have three duties: Throw him a party, get him to the wedding and give the toast. The toast — a tradition possibly as old as drinking itself — is one of the highlights of the reception dinner. No pressure, right? PlatoContinue reading “A Toast to a Toast”

Life is a Question Mark

When I was very young, I wanted to grow up to be a baseball pitcher. I spent a portion of my days throwing things. I imagined I was Greg Maddux on the mound, sizing up my opponent before throwing the perfect sinker. I had a pretty decent throwing arm, but I couldn’t catch to saveContinue reading “Life is a Question Mark”

Flash Fiction: Future Unwritten

I met myself in fifty years in the doorway of a coffee shop on San Francisco Street. Monsoon rains tapped a steady march on the sidewalk. Water swirled around parked car tires as it rushed downhill. He was bent over with the weight of years. Crow’s feet sprouted like ivy from the corners of hisContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Future Unwritten”

Failing With Style

I’m not used to failing. I grew up in the self-esteem generation, complete with participation trophies and points for effort. For much of my life, I found that I was successful at most things I devoted my time to. Now, I think I’m a pretty good writer, so it’s come as a surprise at howContinue reading “Failing With Style”

For the Love of Trek

Forty-six years ago, the first episode of a science fiction TV series was broadcast. It was called Star Trek and it was destined to change the world. Half a century later, it is ingrained in our pop culture, lives on in spin-off shows, movies and books and has inspired three generations of thinkers, explorers andContinue reading “For the Love of Trek”

Flash Fiction: Photograph

Friends pose for a photo in the crowded bar. They smile, hold up their beers, lean together, wait, wait, wait. The flash fires. Just ten thousand tiny pixels preserve this night, the last of their carefree early twenties. Tomorrow, Bridgette will accept the job in Atlanta. In a month, Neil will propose to Tara andContinue reading “Flash Fiction: Photograph”