Author: sharonstories

Little Eddie

Little Eddie came back from Viet Nam addicted to heroin. When we met him, he had kicked the habit cold turkey. He lived in one small room of a large Victorian house where my brother rented an apartment. His sister was the landlady and let him stay there rent free. I never met her. They […]

Mem-non

Mem-non is a nickname Rob calls me when it’s suits him – when we both remember things differently.  Or I don’t remember something at all.  Mem-non meaning no memory. To be honest, it’s often true of me. I was thinking about my grandfather today and for some reason thought of the last time I saw him.  I was […]

Prayer

People often pray for healing. And when they, or the person they pray for gets well, they say God answered my prayer. What about when they’re not healed?  Does that mean He didn’t answer the prayer?  Paul prayed for healing from a thorn in his side. No one is sure what he meant by that but […]

Bakery Choice

Gray, lonely, cold slick street, Dry doorway refuge. Aroma steaming transom fan, Heady scent of bread, Warmth swirling round my head. Streetlight blinks across the street, Shedding tears of melting ice. Car slows, stops, Window descends. Handsome, dark-eyed stranger asks, “Do you need a ride?”

Call Your Mom

My mom and I live in different states so we talk on the phone. Sometimes she reminisces. The following stories are from one of those calls. “My father used to take me and Jack for a ride sometimes on Sundays. Otherwise he rarely drove the car. He’d go on a mountain road with a sheer […]

Fat Mustard

Fat mustard in a jar. You can’t fit it in your car. Joe was about three years old when he made up this little ditty. It thoroughly amused him for a couple of days. He was my constant companion back then.  A little chatterbox, ever mindful of his surroundings.  I’d be talking on the phone and he’d […]

Vintage Pearl

I’m reading a book on prayer. It’s old. The flow of the writing and some of the words would ordinarily cause me to pause or re-read a section. But rather than pause at every unfamiliar turn, I decided to just plow through and gather the pearls of wisdom I easily recognize.  I stopped dead in my […]

Windfall

For months now, my mom and I have been sending each other snail mail. I have to admit, she writes more than I do.  It started during the pandemic when no one was traveling. My mom has a phone and an email address, but she doesn’t text and she doesn’t use a computer.  We mostly talk on […]

Teen Brain

Rob took the dog for his usual meander this morning and spotted a little brown/black blob on the sidewalk. A closer look revealed it was a baby hummingbird. He came right home to retrieve a small box to scoop him into. I found a small dropper and tried to give the bird some water. He […]