The Shattered Prayer

It was from a contest I entered months ago. Which really isn’t all that exciting when you think about it. I prefer Mojo’s “mysterious gift from the other side” theory, or my own “poison t-shirt from my worst enemy” theory. (Note that I’m the one who comes up with the paranoid hypothesis).
Then there […]

I’m talking about Rob. Let’s start with me, shall we?
As I approached a pick-up truck from behind while out driving my car, I saw an unlikely bumper sticker. It said “Surf Colorado.” But Colorado is a landlocked place, I thought to myself, more than a thousand miles from the ocean. At the next red light, […]

Snow.

I never mention the Oscars or the Golden Globes on the Shattered Prayer except in passing. I know that as a gay man I am honor bound to mention these self-congratulatory awards shows, so I am going to do so.
In passing.
As you know, the Hollywood writer’s strike sidelined the Globes for the […]

I’ve just finished Queen Isabella by Alison Weir. In the book, Weir attempts to liberate Isabella from what she sees as her unjust sobriquet “The She-Wolf of France.” Instead of a manipulative scheming murderess, under Weir’s hand, Isabella becomes a victim, a woman tossed around and used by the powerful men around her. […]

Mojo and I went to the bookstore today to get some books. When we got there, the check out line was nearly to the back of the store (the check out is up front). We asked a worker what was going on and she said that their lease was up and they decided […]