At a recent writers' conference that I attended, the presenter gave each writer two random pieces of paper. One had an emotion listed on it. The other had a place and the weather. Our task was to create a story using those prompts. My prompts were: anger, the Rockefeller Center and a bright, sunny day. Michelle slammed the taxi's door and stepped out into the flood of early-morning pedestrians, each of them oblivious to the others. They walked with hands tucked inside coat pockets and heads bent against the biting wind that blew through the tunnel of tall buildings. Michelle squinted as she looked up the seventy-plus stories in front of her. The sun in the cloudless sky belied the freezing temperatures below. Taking a deep breath, she stormed into the building. Impatiently, she waited for the elevator. Impatiently, she road it to the fifty-first floor. How could he? I've given my life's blood to this company! I've given my life's blood to him! It wasn't enou...
Thoughts on life and faith