The Camp Fire is Contained – the finale

The Camp Fire is Contained – the finale

As for himself, Ferguson thought, if he had any energy left in these calloused and gnarly fingers, it might be the night that he started to write. The long, longest day when Paradise was lost, but he’d saved souls with a spatula, griddle, and a kitchen bereft of eggs....
The Secrets to Happiness

The Secrets to Happiness

If you wonder how to be happy, begin with a look at your God-given gifts. List them and then examine them for your purpose. How do you make a difference, so that your presence would be missed? During our protracted and shared pandemic, I’ve had plenty of time to...
The Camp Fire is Contained – the finale

Ferg and the Camp Fire Remembered

Meanwhile, Ferg continued muttering while he scraped and re-scraped the griddle. The ham was long gone, and he was about to run out of pancake mix. Maybe I  can water it down…and serve meals on paper plates. He muttered some more, sighed, and then re-focused on his...
The Camp Fire is Contained – the finale

Paradise Lost, Part Two

By the time she’d made her way to Booth #1, Grace’s legs felt as if she’d slogged twenty-four miles. Her heart had met its test of endurance—so far. “It’s a goldang mess,” Ferguson muttered to no one in particular, though Grace overheard his remark. There wasn’t a...
Why – the Stickiest Word of Story-Telling

Why – the Stickiest Word of Story-Telling

Albert Camus once said, “The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.” Flannery O’Conner said, “I write to discover what I know.” https://www.insecurewriterssupportgroup.com Authors across time and distance have had many reasons to write....