2 days agoALONG THE WAYALONG THE WAY John Thomas Tuft I am reaching the age where looking back is at least as interesting as looking forward. Not in a “Longing for the good old days” sensibility, but rather in the sense of wonder, wondering what made me who I am today. And, who had…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Nov 17THANKSGIVING MAGNIFICATTHANKSGIVING MAGNIFICAT BY John Thomas Tuft The party really started jumping when Gertie took out her dentures and plopped them into her tumbler of water. Millie, with a trim 90-year-old body stuffed into her skinny jeans and tight pink sweater, laughed and raised her glass of wine toward Wild Bill…Thanksgiving4 min readThanksgiving4 min read
Nov 11LUCKY LOVELUCKY LOVE By John Thomas Tuft By the time he was a year old, Lucky was being used as a bait dog. His lower front teeth had been pulled and his canine teeth filed down. This is so he would not hurt the other dogs. The other dogs being the…Love5 min readLove5 min read
Nov 9LOVE THE DEVILLOVE THE DEVIL By John Thomas Tuft Her running footsteps echo in the dark alleyway. She glances over her shoulder, fearful of the phantoms pursuing her through the evening. Any time she stops and listens, the sounds stalk her, driving her forward. Shadows expand and darken as she passes, clutching…Love4 min readLove4 min read
Nov 4YOU FOUND MEYOU FOUND ME John Thomas Tuft It is a vast, open hall. Tall windows on three sides let in brilliant light. Beyond this atrium like structure the hallways to the different gates extend like spokes in a giant half-wheel. New Travelers walk into the bright light blinking and looking around…Women4 min readWomen4 min read
Oct 28ARE YOU READY?ARE YOU READY? By John Thomas Tuft “Johnny, are you ready?” We are lined up in a row, all seven of us, oldest to youngest in the kitchen of the church-owned home. My mother asks the question of me as I slip into line. Susan, 14 months older, is to…Love4 min readLove4 min read
Oct 22THE BESPOKE CHAIRTHE BESPOKE CHAIR By John Thomas Tuft The children found it in Old Man Peterson’s weathered barn, as is wont to happen when kids set out on adventures. They climbed over bales of moldy straw and poked around in the ancient furniture seemingly discarded at random; a bureau with no…Spirituality4 min readSpirituality4 min read
Oct 15CAN YOU SEE ME?CAN YOU SEE ME? By John Thomas Tuft The old wooden gate is barely visible any longer, back among the trees and brush, the dim outline of a dirt track swallowed up in overgrown brambles. It is a path only for those who seek it out. Finding the old gate…Spirituality4 min readSpirituality4 min read
Oct 11MUCH TO MY SURPRISEMUCH TO MY SURPRISE By John Thomas Tuft The lights go lower but never all the way out. Never plunging the space into pitch blackness. A night in the emergency department of a hospital does not need any more distress, fear, anxiety, or uncertainty added to the slowly crawling hours…Spirituality4 min readSpirituality4 min read
Oct 7LIVING MEMORYLIVING MEMORY By John Thomas Tuft On the first night of the annual FAWG Festival this year Margaret McMeade flirted with Pastor Cletus in an outrageous display of attempting to sway one of the key judges in the Baked Goods contest. But, she explained, “everyone is so tired of that…Spirituality4 min readSpirituality4 min read
