#MicroMondays — “Evil is Not a Thing”

F1BB4F21-9993-43FB-8740-92D2C1018A5B“Yes, good and bad do exist,” Aaron said.

“And that’s my point,” replied Joe. “You say God is real and God created everything, right? So why did he create evil?”

Aaron responded, “Evil doesn’t exist on its own. It’s not a thing.”

“Is ‘good’ a thing?”

“Of course it is.”

“Did God create it?”


“So why did he create evil?”

This post was written for this week’s #MicroMondays challenge from fellow blogger, Varad. It requires a 61-word post that includes the prompt, “Good and bad do exist.” Apparently the 61-word limit for this challenge was assigned because the quoted words appear on page 61 of the book from which they were taken. Yeah, that seems kinda random to me, too.

Kiss My Ring

18819CFD-DE92-438A-95C0-06E282DC1E34“Show some gratitude to your father,” my mother used to tell me.

“I am grateful,” I would insist.

“Well, you’re not acting like it,” she would tell me.

“What do yo want me to do?” I’d ask. “Genuflect and kiss his ring?”

And then she’d smack me across the face. It was our little routine when she thought I was taking too much for granted.

I actually was very grateful for everything my parents had provided me with when I was young. Our home, the food we ate, my clothing. My father worked long hours, six days a week, at a blue collar job to make sure his family was safe, secure, and that all of our basic needs were met. I appreciated that, I really did.

But because of his long hours, he didn’t spend a lot of time with me, like most of my friends’ fathers did with their sons. I resented that. I know I shouldn’t have, but being the self-centered kid that I was, I did.

Nowadays I thank people for doing something nice for me and my family. I send out thank you notes or emails when someone does me a solid. And I am genuinely grateful.

But even though I feel grateful, expressing that gratitude is not something I’m particularly good at. And that might give some people the impression that I take too much for granted.

Just ask my wife when I forget to thank her for cooking the delicious meal she just made for me.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “gratitude.”

Sunday Photo Fiction — Heads Up


“Why do you do that to your dolls?” Samantha asked her daughter.

Sheri was a shy, quiet girl with few friends. She spent most of her free time alone in her bedroom. “You mean pull their heads off?” she asked.

“Yes. Why do you do that?”

Sheri shrugged her shoulders and simply said, “I dunno. I just do,”

“That’s not an acceptable answer, young lady,” Samantha scolded. “You must have a reason for removing the heads from your dolls.”

Sheri shrugged again.

Well, Sheri, if you won’t tell me why, I’ll make sure that Santa knows what you do to your dolls and I’m pretty sure he won’t be bringing you any new dolls this Christmas.”

“Fine,” Sheri said, “I’ll tell you.”

“Go ahead,” Samantha said. “I’m waiting.”

“I’m making a shrine and the dolls are my sacrifices.”

Dumbfounded, Samantha said, “A shrine? What kind of shrine? Who gave you that idea?”

“She told me you wouldn’t understand,” Sheri said.

“She? Who is ‘she’?”

Pointing at her own head, Sheri said, “She did.” Then an eerie smile crossed her face and she added, “Mom, did you know that Satan is an anagram for Santa?”

Written for this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt.

Song Lyric Sunday — Party Time


The Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week is  “parties/partying.” I immediately thought of the 1963 song by Lesley Gore, “It’s My Party.” It was the first hit single for producer Quincy Jones and it hit #1 on the pop and rhythm and blues charts in the United States.

The song is the sad story of a teenage girl at her birthday party when her boyfriend, Johnny, disappears, only to surface with another girl, Judy, who is “wearing his ring” to indicate she’s replaced the birthday girl as his love interest.

“It’s My Party” was written by Walter Gold, John Gluck Jr., Herb Weiner, and Seymour Gottlieb and was released on Mercury Records. Lesley Gore was only 16 years old when she recorded the song.

It was such a big hit that just three months later, the Mercury label released Lesley Gore’s follow-up song, “Judy’s Turn To Cry,” in which Johnny dumps Judy and returns to his original girlfriend. Ah, young love.

Here are the lyrics:

Nobody knows where my Johnny has gone
Judy left the same time
Why was he holding her hand
When he’s supposed to be mine

It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Playin’ my records, keep dancin’ all night
Leave me alone for a while
Till Johnny’s dancin’ with me
I’ve got no reason to smile

It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
Like a queen with her king
Oh what a birthday surprise
Judy’s wearin’ his ring

It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to
Cry if I want to, cry if I want to
You would cry too if it happened to you

And here is the song:

You Can’t Always Get What You Want

My iPhone 6, which is just over three years old, has been suffering lately from sluggishness and rapidly diminishing battery life. This is a problem for me because I use my iPhone for blogging. And for just about everything except for sleeping and personal hygiene. So I was very excited back in early September when, on the tenth anniversary of the original iPhone, Apple announced the iPhone X.

The X (pronounced “ten”) wraps together state-of-the-art software and hardware that is touted to be on the cutting edge of smartphone technology. It includes facial recognition to unlock the phone, a 5.8-inch, edge-to-edge OLED screen with brighter colors and deeper blacks, and a couple of other “must have” bells and whistles.

Unfortunately, the demand for the iPhone X looks like it’s going to far exceed the available supply. Expectations are that the backlog on deliveries for the X could be from as little as a few weeks to as many as three-to-four months!

At the same time as Apple announced the iPhone X, with little fanfare and even less excitement, it introduced the iPhone 8, a modest upgrade to last year’s iPhone 7. The “plus” model of the iPhone 8 is a little larger than the iPhone X, but the actual screen size on the 8 Plus is just a little smaller.

The market reception for the 8 has been underwhelming, as most iPhone fans prefer to wait for the X. That was my preference, too.

But as my frustrations with my three-year-old iPhone 6 grew, I remembered the old adage, “a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” Or maybe “the early bird gets the worm.” I don’t know.

Anyway, I decided to not wait for the iPhone X, but to buy an iPhone 8 Plus. Why? Well first, the 8 is a couple of hundred bucks cheaper than the X.

Second, the 8 is available now, while the X may not be available for weeks or possibly months. So you know — instant gratification.

And third, the 8 Plus is essentially a larger version of my 6. I’m familiar with it, there’s nothing new I need to learn or figure out about using it. The X, though, would require having to learn some new tricks. And you know what they say about old dogs and new tricks, right?

I am composing this post on my new iPhone 8 and I’m very happy with my decision to go with the 8 and not wait indefinitely for the X. I may not have the cutting edge of smartphone technology, but I do have a device that works well for my needs.

And as The Rolling Stones pointed out, “you can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find, you get what you need.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “prefer.”