[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

"Show, don't tell" is advise given to writers but is something we all could bear to hear. So much telling which is so...

I spent the summer of 1989 traveling from church camp to church camp, a week at a time, representing my conservative Christian college as...

My in-laws live in a two hundred year old brick farm house on thirteen acres in rural Ohio.  It is a fascinating structure that includes a ...

It was a silent night on the psychiatric ward where Sarah sat staring at the flickering TV while snow fell outside the locked window...

Feeling empty,  waiting to be filled  with something more  than the petty pittances  of misguided desires, I quietly offer up a  g...

It seems that so few people go to church anymore or treat it like just one of many possibilities that can fill a week of activities, li...

A long and meandering dream last night... I was hanging out with Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton in NYC.  Donald was driving the car, ...

humor is a drug I shoot into a willing vein, trying to fill the empty spaces, crowding out the pain making a sound that could b...

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when Captain Love opened his eyes to see the sun streaming in through his window.  Still thick from dr...

Prince Namor was a loner and that is why Billy loved him: half human, half Atlantean with little wings at his ankles that allowed him...

Life teaches us what we need to know if we're willing to look and listen. The problem with sermons, whether from preachers, frie...

The story lays out like bricking a path, memories & images plucked from the past, laid side by side and end to end without need fo...

Throughout my ten years of practice as a psychiatrist I've had opportunity to work in a variety of settings and attend conferences i...

Always the spectator, director of the movie, eye of the camera. Everyone has their role to play, some lines to say, and ...

Driving to work this morning I passed an exit sign for Franklin University which triggered thoughts of a young Nigerian-American man who att...

When the end of days arrives  so much  that seems to mean  so much will be revealed to mean  so little.  Amen, amen, and ame...

The curtain rises on Balanchine's "Serenade" revealing rows of pale blue ballerinas, each with an extended ar...

I used to love to find a quiet place and read for at least an hour or two when I was younger.  It was pure escapism, and in many ways in...

He'd always been a consistent pitcher, good for several strike outs if the kids were prone to watch and not swing, but maybe that un...