When I was in 8th grade, I regularly held the door open for the entire 8th grade class as they left the cafeteria. Until a few months ago, I'd never told anyone why.
(I have posted this interview to YouTube as well. It is unlisted there, but if you would like the link, please check my recent social media (Facebook) if you are friends with me there, or kindly send me a message... Continue Reading →
Story and Illustrations © 2025 by Jack DisPennett Chapter 1 Wavy locks of black hair flowed past her floppy hood, their dark hue contrasting with the purple and pink of that old coat that clung to her frame. The words... Continue Reading →
Heck, these days I’m positively inspired when I see errors in writing, because it’s (I hope) evidence that a human being wrote the thing, and not some ChatGPT.
But that day it was 4/19/96, and though I didn't do much of anything, I was becoming someone.
Right now I'm suffering because you're suffering, Christine. I'm not trying to be dramatic or make it all about me, and I’m definitely not saying that you suffered just so I could learn something from it; that would be a cruel trick for God to play on you and egotistical of me to presume. I'm just curious about how I’m growing up in this moment.
And if the beauty never seems to come, if it's only a memory, then maybe just the experience of sitting with a loved one in her suffering WAS the beauty that we were to bring into the world.
“Well, I need a lot of things, but…” I saw her walking down Highway 63 just north of my hometown of Clinton. She was young, about 25 or so, Caucasian, with wisps of red hair just barely sticking out, as... Continue Reading →
