• 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…