• Short Stories

    Stop The Magnolia

    The following is a short story told to a sleepy boy, about a Daddy’s love. Nicholas gives me some great material. She’s a memory now, yet there was a time when the lady and her captain ruled the mighty Mississippi. The Magnolia was a glamorous showboat. While she was impressive, her Captain was renowned. Captain Carlisle Stratton McEntyre had faced pirates, gunman, gamblers, and outlaws. Through it all, he had never stopped the Magnolia. He always said, “I’ll only stop the Magnolia, for a Lady, a child, or a baby, never for a bad man.” As his legend grew, many had tried, with everything from dynamite to a cannon. Through…

  • Christmas Fun,  Holidays,  Short Stories

    Comet And Cupid

    Each of Saint Nicholas’ Reindeer has a story. Comet and Cupid’s tale points to some other companions of the man who became Santa Claus. There was a young soldier who fought for the honor of the kingdom. He stood against mighty warriors. Along with his sword, and steed, became famous throughout the land. Kristopher Nicholas also grew tired of battles, he wanted something other than war. One day, the King’s son, was sick. Kris took his mighty sword and carved a toy castle for him. The child loved it. Soon all of the children wanted a toy. Cupid his sword, once known for battle, was now famous for happiness. He…

  • Christmas Fun,  Holidays,  Short Stories

    Christmas, The Cardinal, And The Mouse

    The Cardinal was flying through the early snow, trying to keep up with his friends. They were headed to warmer climates, but the snow was thick. His wings we’re getting heavy. Finally they were so covered, that he started going down. He landed in a big backyard, full of snow, where a green house was. The Cardinal planned to shake his wings, and rejoin his group. Until he heard a voice in the snow. “Please, please help me.” He looked around he saw a white Mouse, barely visible in the snow. He pulled with his beak at the little Mouse’s paw, until he was free. The Mouse was ever so…

  • Holidays,  Short Stories,  Thanksgiving

    Franklin Serves Thanksgiving

    “That He ought to be worshiped by adoration, prayer, and thanksgiving. “But that the most acceptable service of God is doing good to man. “And that God will certainly reward virtue and punish vice, either here or hereafter.” Those words were written by Benjamin Franklin concerning the act of Thanksgiving, and the importance of gratitude. I had always remembered this from my school days, but this year it hit me all over again. I was dressed as Benjamin Franklin, Hugh was Abraham Lincoln, Juan was George Washington, and Sam was, well Uncle Sam. When we were recruited for this, I never expected we would be cooking in character, but here…

  • Holidays,  Short Stories

    The November Mercantile Flour Company

    I’m Mandy Rojas, let me tell you about my and Carl’s Thanksgiving adventure. I needed a new angle to write about concerning Thanksgiving. I had written about the turkey. I had written about the dressing, the parade, the side dishes, the football. Did I mention that I had written about the turkey? One year, I wrote a series, the 12 Turkeys Of Thanksgiving, with a different article and recipe for each.  That was when I was just getting started as the Detroit Sentinel’s Special Event Expert.  When I had been tricked into agreeing to take that job, I was thinking Weddings, and Museum openings. Carl Mallory had neglected to mention…

  • Holidays,  Short Stories

    Coach Flay’s Play – A Football Story

    Coach Flay drank his coffee. He had won two college championships, and three Super Bowl rings. One as a quarterback, two as a Coach, but today was his most important game ever. He may win a fourth, the way the team was playing this year. None of that was on his mind. Today he’d be carrying something much more important than a trophy. The quarterback handed him the package, it was more slippery than the ball in the winter game against San Francisco back in the day. He couldn’t fumble this one, and he didn’t. Though the little guy did squirm all the way to the car seat. His little…

  • Short Stories

    The Great Lasagna Battle

    A writer likes to try out some ideas with his readers. I would love your opinions on this new story. A young, hungry couple, touring Italy, found themselves in a small village.  They were starving, and asked a well dressed, smiling stranger for the name of a good place to eat.  He laughed, and said, “Grimaldi’s, I’m headed there now. Follow me.” It was a quaint little place, only a few tables.  It looked more like a house than a place to eat.  Portia thought this was normal, Connor wanted to know more. “So what’s the history of this place? I’m a writer, and I love a good story.” The…

  • Short Stories

    An Excerpt – Chapels Coriander Pie

    The following is a short story, from an eBook I’m working on, called The Lady From Landers. I’d love your opinion about Chapel’s Coriander Pie. Chapel’s Coriander Pie Great Great Great Grandmother was poor.  Though not from birth.  She was Commodore Chapel’s daughter, and had everything, until she met Bobby Carswell.  The Commodore thought he was a gold digger, and forbid her to marry him.   Great Great Great, hugged her Daddy, and said goodbye.  Then Bobby was called to war before the wedding.  Before she left the Commodore’s house in anger, he pressed his recipe book into her hand. She had her recipe book, her Dad’s talent, and was…

  • Short Stories,  Writing Notes

    Pastel, Porticlese, And Plane Rides

        Sometimes we make assumptions. We assume that we know what to expect, and then surprises happen.  This silly little story, and it’s designed to be silly, has a point.  We discover at times, that what we thought was random and unproductive, turns out to be a very specific path to our future.  I hope you enjoy this little farce, and that it gives you a smile to go through your day.   Lilly Caruthers piloted a blimp. She traveled from New York State to Toronto every November. Once there, she would eat at her favorite restaurant, and shop at all the stores she liked.   Once finished, she would…