My Short Stories

I heard Woody Guthrie, on an album, explain the songs he wanted to write and sing. The quote is long, you can Google his quotes and it pops right up.

This is what stuck with me. “I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you.”

I feel this about writing stories. I’m fascinated by people who live through difficulties, yet find the gumption and courage to change. Change, when a person changes to become more generous, more curious, more loving, and more open - that kind of change knocks my socks off.

Writing stories is the most frustrating and exhausting thing I love to do. Here is a collection of stories I’ve written about people who change.

St. Lucy's Day

The hymn "Let All Mortal Flesh Keep Silence" is from the St. James of Jerusalem liturgy, written in the 4th century. Copies of it have been found both in both Greek and Syriac languages The hymn and liturgy is used to this day within the Orthodox Christian Church. On the Sunday after Christmas, in Jerusalem, it is recited by the people in the church, then chanted by the priest as the bread and wine are brought into the sanctuary.

In 1864 Gerard Moultrie translated it into English for use in Anglican services. Moultrie lived in England, but his family roots were in South Carolina. His grandfather had been a general and then governor of that colony, but was upset when the Americans won the Revolution, and moved his family back to England. Apparently there is a Fort Moultrie in South Carolina, named in honor of old General-Governor Moultrie. Interesting that we have a fort named after a Tory.

"Let All Mortal Flesh" is an amazing hymn. If you sing it slow, it's filled with solemn, almost scary, dignity. if you sing it fast, it's just plain fierce.