Jimmy opened his eyes and stared at the drop ceiling tiles overhead. Last year he couldn’t stay in bed from excitement as Christmas approached, today he just wanted it to be over and done. He squeezed his eyes shut and rolled over before opening them quickly, hoping it was all…

Kate absently scrolled through the latest Earth gossip from a cramped booth. She wasn’t the kind of woman to care about such things, but when you’re waiting on a habitually late friend for lunch, anything to kill time is welcome. She preferred to sit outside on the promenade and watch…

By now most of us saw the Will Smith / Chris Rock smack heard round the world. I saw it live and was shocked to say the least. First and foremost: It’s NEVER okay to strike another person. Keep your hands to yourself. As a man, husband, father, it’s hard…

The Batman could be the best Batman movie to date. Not everyone agrees, and that’s okay. My friends and acquaintances on social media either love it or hate it. At the barbershop, everyone either loved it or hated it. After the lights came on in the theater last night, people…

Jeff cracked two eggs into a pan and watched them transform from pools of clear albumen to fluffy white clouds surrounding a yellow sun. “That looks good.” Jeff jumped at the sound of a woman’s voice and turned to see a twenty-something woman standing near the bedroom hall. …

Sam sat against a cold cement wall, watching people walk by. They smiled and laughed as snow lightly dusted their warm jackets, until their gaze met his, shutting them up like a scolded child. He pulled his blanket tighter to gather more heat and tapped an upturned Broncos cap with…

Simmons unfolded a triangle of white swiss cheese paper with delicate precision, revealing an intricate snowflake. “What do you think, Anderson?” “I should know better than to make snowflakes with an engineer. A queer eye doesn’t compare to real talent I guess.” Anderson smiled like a fox before turning out…

Let the self-righteous agnostic vitriol about not lying to children commence. — Children need to believe in Santa Claus. There I said it. Let the hatred of all things Christmas that don’t directly mention Christ begin. Let the self-righteous agnostic vitriol about not lying to children commence. Before you attack, hear me out. I may not be an expert on child rearing…

Why did I say I’d help Calvin McCullin on New Year’s Eve? The better question is: Why do I always say yes to him, against my better judgement? I shouldn’t be surprised he picked tonight. He moves like a wanted man, and it’s always at the worst possible time. Last…