Tag Archives: God

Mormon Cake: Sunday March 1st, 2015.

“Are you dating Jason Laurent?” I ask Morgan. On the kitchen table, my neglected bowl of Corn Flakes softens into oatmeal as my Sunny Delight (a healthy cup of orange flavored sugar water) warms. Hungover, Morgan hasn’t said word to … Continue reading

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June on the War Path: Saturday Feb 21st, 2015

“I mean, it just irks me June.” I say, hands tight on the steering wheel, looking out through the Caravan’s cracked windshield. We’re parked beside a T-Rex Fill and Go, before us is a large empty field, a deteriorating single-wide trailer squating  … Continue reading

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The Waiting Game: Valentines Day, 2015.

“I’m so glad to see so many faces here tonight. I think we may have beaten last year’s record.” Pastor Roberson, a stylish man in his mid-forties with an athletic build and expensive power haircut, goes on to thank everyone for coming, mentioning … Continue reading

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Gifts from Friends: Saturday Dec. 20th, 2014

Customer need’s assistance in Sporting Goods. Customer needs assistance in Sporting Goods please… “What are you getting Sunny for Christmas?” I ask, leaning over an empty pushcart, one with a creaking left front wheel and something sticky on the handle … Continue reading

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Pulling Teeth: Monday Nov. 10, 2014

“Do you think you have any cavities?” Mom asks, steering the Camry down 4th St., remembering her turn signal and keeping a perfect thirty feet from the pulp wood truck just ahead of us. “No.” I say, meaning I don’t feel anything and am reasonably sure … Continue reading

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Home Grown Fish: Wednesday, Nov. 5th, 2014

“I think its cool to grow fish.” Sunny says as he connects a dangerous number of electrical plugs into a cheap Walmart power strip, seemingly indifferent to the threat of fire, or, at the very least, a blown fuse. “June … Continue reading

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Jesus Zombies: Friday, Oct. 31, 2014

“So you’re Mable Nolan?” Brother Calder asks. He puts out a large pork finger hand and I take it, receiving a vigorous Lighthouse Independent Baptist Church handshake. “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too.” My words are feeble … Continue reading

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