by Sean | Jan 15, 2016 | writing
My mother died birthing me and she never revealed who my sperm-donor father was. If he didn’t want to know me then I sure as heck don’t want to know him. My heart mother was my grandmother and I called her Ma Maw. She rarely understood any of my emotional outbursts...
by Sean | Dec 3, 2015 | writing
My twitching index finger hovers over the trigger of a Magnum .44. I see very little downside to executing this bully. Even if I somehow get caught, the judge and jurors will applaud my gift to humanity. The man’s fat lips start moving. “You really think...
by Sean | Dec 3, 2015 | writing
They sit on Denny’s stools facing a sign that says Breakfast*Lunch*Dinner*Late Night. The cowboy’s accent is hard to hear. It reminds me of the star of Sanford-n-Son but with a southern twang. A felt cowboy hat adorns a black man with gleaming eyes. It’s hard to see...
by Sean | Aug 13, 2015 | My books, writing
I realize now, the worst day of my life was truly the best. My ill-spent life raced through my mind, during the hours I spent trapped in the crumpled wreckage of my new Beemer. Fear in my wife’s eyes turned dull as Helen lost consciousness. I was supposed to save the...
by Sean | Jun 24, 2015 | writing
If you are reading this, I have been murdered. As a senior stewardess, sometimes it is my job to check people onto the plane. Each traveller hands me their boarding pass and I slide it under a scanner and let them board the aircraft. Today, before our pre-boarding...
by Sean | May 23, 2008 | children, christian, experiences, humor, missionary kids, writing
Do not read this if you are capable of being grossed out. Yesterday my wife came into my office looking pale. “Your daughter has just swallowed some hand sanitizer. I don’t know how much.” I’ve been through some intense emergencies over the years, so I tried to...
