R. Dean Taylor's Blog
December 20, 2019
The Huffy and the Whatchamacallit
She was beautiful. I could hardly believe it. Was I dreaming? I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stared in wonder. She was still there, in all her splendor, leaning against her kickstand, a vision of beauty, standing beside the Christmas tree. I reached out, tentatively, and caressed her handlebars, feeling the cool … Continue reading The Huffy and the Whatchamacallit
October 18, 2019
IF THERE IS NO GOD
We are living in extraordinary times. It seems we are at a crossroads as a nation where two factions are at war over the future of our country. Everything about our country, from its founding articles, the constitution, its history, its morals and Judeo-Christian ideals are being attacked by the left and defended by the … Continue reading IF THERE IS NO GOD
My Bethel
Lord, here I am. Here, where it all happened, so long ago. I am alone in the sanctuary of what is now called the “old church” by the new church members. This building, nothing more than a small sanctuary and a few rooms, is as holy to me as the Temple Mount is to the … Continue reading My Bethel
August 7, 2018
THE DEVIL AT THE CROSSROADS
It was all about a girl. I was in love. Young love. The kind of love only a teenage boy can know; a sweet, abiding, all-encompassing obsession, innocent and pure, beyond mere physical attraction. I loved her warm, brown eyes, the softness of her skin, her heart-shaped face and the beautiful sadness of her smile; … Continue reading THE DEVIL AT THE CROSSROADS
The Devil at the Crossroads
It was all about a girl. I was in love. Young love. The kind of love only a teenage boy can know; a sweet, abiding, all-encompassing obsession, innocent and pure, beyond mere physical attraction. I loved her warm, brown eyes, the softness of her skin, her heart-shaped face and the beautiful sadness of her smile; […]
March 30, 2018
THE GIRL SCOUTS SAVED MY LIFE
“Would you like to buy some cookies, Mister?” I turned to see the girl scout. She was about eleven years old, her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a dark green shirt and khaki pants. A light green sash decorated with pins and medals was draped across her chest. She smiled up […]
THE GIRL SCOUTS OF AMERICA SAVED MY LIFE
“Would you like to buy some cookies, Mister?” I turned to see the girl scout. She was about eleven years old, her auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a dark green shirt and khaki pants. A light green sash decorated with pins and medals was draped across her chest. She smiled up […]
March 29, 2018
A TIME TO DIE
Typhoon Omar hit the island of Guam in August of 1992. Winds reaching speeds of up to one-hundred-fifty miles per hour blew the roofs off buildings, toppled houses and devastated the Chamorro population, the natives of the island. I was twenty-one years old, a navy corpsman, flown out as part of a medical relief party. […]
March 15, 2018
WHEN THE CLERK CAME TO WORK
A PRISON GHOST STORY “It really happened, Taylor,” Kellogg said. He sat behind his desk in the Facility Three Yard program office of the Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility. He wore the bravo class uniform of a correctional sergeant, khaki shirt with three stripes on each arm, depicting his rank, and a black uniform ball […]
March 14, 2018
THE GIRL IN THE RED POLYESTER PANTS
I don’t remember her name. I see her in my mind’s eye. She’s maybe twelve years old, the same age I was at the time. Her too round face, her pudgy body, long black hair held back in an Indian braid, her faded red polyester pants, the same pants she wore every day. She changed […]
