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Category: 500 Words

  • Morning Coffee: The Dentist

    Morning Coffee: The Dentist

    When did going to the dentist get so complicated? Ridiculous scheduling horizon, long appointments, and a change in standards seemed to come about quickly, but now they’re here to stay. Yet, I’m the only one in my house that experiences this. Am I under some kind of dentata curse? Is my dentist just…not good?

  • Morning Coffee: Road Trips

    Morning Coffee: Road Trips

    I love a good road trip. As a kid, it meant quality time with my Game Boy. Today, road trips are not the same, but they still afford the opportunity for connection, peace, and fun.

  • Morning Coffee: Trouble with K-Cups

    Morning Coffee: Trouble with K-Cups

    I spent half a decade using K-Cups without an issue, but now, it feels like they’re out to get me. Between explosions and superfluous grounds, I can’t figure out if I’m using K-Cups wrong or they’re just bad news.

  • Morning Coffee: Youth Soccer and The World Cup

    Morning Coffee: Youth Soccer and The World Cup

    As a youth sports parent, I watch more than my share of soccer. While there have been plenty of snoozers, there are also intense matches. That’s impressive too, because they ultimately don’t mean anything. Given how into youth soccer I can get, you better believe the World Cup is proving to be an entertainment buffet.

  • The Dream of a Peaceful Morning

    The Dream of a Peaceful Morning

    At the lake house, I stand on the porch and drink my coffee as the morning mists hang above the water. This quiet solitude leads to unlocking the creative flow that drives the creation of magnificent written works. That is the dream – writing, the creation and sharing of imaginative thought, is the dream at…

  • Debugging Life

    Debugging Life

    I need the key to see life’s cause-and-effect. Why do life events play out the way they do? Is there anything we can ultimately control? What if…

  • Big Spoon, Little Spoon, That Other Spoon

    Big Spoon, Little Spoon, That Other Spoon

    My girlfriend and I have three sizes of the same type of spoon, so where did this guy come from?

  • 500 Words: The Man Makes a Stand

    Shots rang out in their wake, and bullets whistled a sonic symphony as they zipped by, embedding themselves in whatever interrupted their path. The man pushed his quarry forward, but captivity had sapped the elder man’s strength and senses. “You have a gun too, don’t you,” the older man asked, his question soaked in rhetorical…

  • 500 Words: The Man’s Return

    The train barreled into the station bringing with it a barrage of desert detritus. Those waiting at the stop shielded their faces with whatever filter was readily available. While the masses looked away and waited for the storm of dirt to settle, one man pushed through, his head tilted down to let the wide-brimmed hat…