“Mom!” Denise covered over my cry. “Let him be a ghost!”
Category: Confessions
Rocky VI, That’s The One For Me: A Message For Older Men
…and your knees can’t take the pounding, so hard running is out. And you got arthritis in your neck, and you’ve got calcium deposits on most of your joints, so sparring is out…
Church Tales: “The Cost Of Salvation. Will You Take A Post-Dated Check?” or “How I Got the Holy Ghost”
At this point, I was no longer interested in the Holy Spirit, speaking in tongues or anything else contributing to my salvation…
I Was A Crackhead For A Day (If You Let Them Tell It)
My father thought I was taking depressants and slammed me against the wall with one hand, holding me a good 12″ above the ground.
Meeting Chante Moore (Pt. 4): You Can’t Script This Stuff
If you were watching last week, then you might remember the magic moment when…
Retail Re-Tales: The Singular Adventure Of Mr. Chocolate Man
“…that is not my name,” I replied sternly but carefully, remembering my surroundings and more important, my job.
