Category: by Joseph Shaw
|January 10, 2013||Posted by Joseph Shaw under Blog, by Joseph Shaw|
I loved winter when I was a kid. I hate it now because I’m old and one of the signs you’re getting old is when cold weather turns you into a troll, but I loved winter when I was a kid. It meant hot chocolate, late night movies on the weekends (eating buckets of popcorn, warming our feet under the radiator next to the tv in the living room), snow days off school, and sledding down the many hills in our neighborhood.… Register or log in to access full content
|July 6, 2012||Posted by Joseph Shaw under Blog, Projects|
I'm working on a new story. It's called "Two More" and its about a down-on-his luck man who meets a mysterious stranger at a bar after closing time. The stranger offers him everything he's ever wanted ... for a price. Here's an excerpt...
Two More (by Joseph E. Shaw)
Mike Pierce spent the final moments of the second-to-last day of his life on a stool at the Friendly Stop Bar & Grille.… Register or log in to access full content
|July 5, 2012||Posted by Joseph Shaw under Blog|
The power went out a lot when I was a kid. A storm would roll through, the lights would flicker, then dance, then disappear and there you were, sitting in the dark, wondering whether the episode of “MASH” you were watching would end with funny Alan Alda or maudlin Alan Alda, knowing in your heart of hearts it was probably both.
We had a routine when the power went out. My sister grabbed the blankets from the hall closet, I got the candles from the fridge (I don’t know why we kept them in the fridge.… Register or log in to access full content
|June 25, 2012||Posted by Joseph Shaw under Blog|
“Life is hard,” my grandma would tell me. “Eventually someone will hurt you. When that happens, you get to decide: will you fight back or will you forgive? It’s up to you, what will you do?”
When I was a kid, I played baseball with my friends in the field behind my grandma’s house. We played all day, from sunup to sundown, and whenever there was a break in the action everyone gathered at my grandma’s porch for her “world-famous” peanut butter sandwiches.… Register or log in to access full content