Author: sharonstories

Monster Mash

I just realized a little something my mom and I have in common. I like to be entertained. However, it’s not exactly a common trait, more of a common interest. My mom likes to entertain. It’s almost October. Pumpkins are already in stores, ready to make their debuts as everything from amateur Jack-o-lanterns to elaborate […]

Yin or Yang?

We found an authentic Chinese restaurant. It wasn’t the cleanest place. The walls were stained.  We sat at a booth where the table with its formidable carved wooden legs was a bit sticky. Although I hate to admit it, I think universally, greasy spoons have some of the best food. The menu was extensive with some […]

Floaters

The city had its characters. But then there were floaters, like the portraitist. He was slim with jet black hair and looked thirty something. He sketched people without their knowledge or consent. He sketched me. I saw him for a few weeks on the stoops throughout town; pad, pencils, and eraser at hand. But I […]

Temporary Housing

The little building, only four dwellings high, five wide, with iridescent numbers affixed to the locked doors are like many of the neighborhoods across the globe. It’s a tiny community filled with gossip, local irrelevant interests, and occasionally celebratory greetings. Sometimes, there’s a note of encouragement that passes through one of the doors. Other times, […]

Winter Wondering

Have you ever driven in white out conditions, where the falling snow swirling around in the wind resembled cotton candy? How about after your first eye exam, where no one told you that your eyes would be putting on a fireworks display for about an hour? And what if that eye exam happened after dental […]

Socks, Sheets and Other Luxuries

A few years ago, my sister wisely observed that when people grow up they tend to fill some gaps of their real or perceived unmet childhood desires and expectations.  It’s probably why middle-aged men buy sports cars. Mid-life crisis? Maybe. But maybe it’s not that they want to recapture their youth, as much as it’s finally […]

Not Perfect

When I first became a believer, I was embarrassed by some of my new fellow Christians. Particularly the bumper sticker brothers and sisters.  I remember waiting in a parking lot for Rob when a real clunker of a car pulled in. The disheveled owner parked and tumbled out in a cloud of dust. The car was […]

Cheap Hearts

When my stepfather married my mother, the youngest of us was eleven. They went by themselves to another state to tie the knot. None of us were there. To say he wasn’t much of a parent is a gross understatement. But I remember two things he did that I suppose he thought were man of […]