Browsing All posts tagged under »murder«

New Town

December 16, 2012


One year, when I was in junior high school, I read in the local newspaper about a family in the next town. There had been a fire in the middle of the night. A major fire. Trucks and men and hoses had arrived, too late, from all over the county. It was the third week […]

The World Needs More Grown-Ups

July 26, 2012


Yet again, we find ourselves horrified and confused by an unprovoked shooting in a public place. We look for explanations, and someone or something to blame. We’re sure there must be a reason for these events, a way to understand their causes, and a means to prevent them in the future. I don’t think so. […]

Worth A Try?

July 27, 2011


Once again, an individual has caused mass death and destruction, and sent a wave of fear circling the globe. Once again, people are lamenting the world’s ever-increasing insanity. And once again, a separate incident — specifically, the death of a celebrity — has occurred almost simultaneously, seeming to compete for attention with the larger event. Is […]

That’s a Different Story

July 4, 2011


I wrote this little narrative based on a black-and-white photograph from a clip-art service. I sent the same picture to Priya, just to see what she’d come up with, and she wrote her own version. As expected, the two are completely different. Priya has written an entire short story, while mine is little more than […]

Do You See What I See?

February 9, 2011


There’s an old saying that “Seeing is believing.” As with other old sayings, such as “Live and learn” and “Practice makes perfect,” this one doesn’t seem to apply to me. Or maybe I believe too much. Sometimes I see things, ordinary things that my mind refuses to leave ordinary. My tendency is to enhance the […]

Redecorating? Over My Dead Body.

September 18, 2010


The new television season has arrived, and my wife couldn’t be happier. She likes television. I tend to be in the vicinity, reading a book or doing a crossword puzzle. Her shows play in the background, inserting themselves into and out of my consciousness in much the same way that I probably reappear for her […]