CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

Moving Days

November 7, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

I took time off from my busy life of writing and shooting pool to help my eldest daughter move her children, stepson and their father into another apartment. For recompense, I received 12 days of joy with my grandbeauties, a payment that more than cancelled out the great pain of … Read More

Boo

October 31, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

My house in Clarksville, Indiana had some well-deserved notoriety. It was the place where adolescent children were given an uncensored look at the miracle of childbirth (and in my defense, I did not know that my daughter was showing off those Lamaze Prepared Childbirth slides), where two teenaged football players … Read More

Do Day

October 24, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

On October 10th I turned the corner of one street onto another, ignoring the call of a woman on the other side. She said, “Excuse me,” and I kept walking. She called out again, “Excuse me, sir. You, across the street.” I rarely respond to random hails from strangers on … Read More

The Hunt for Pink October

October 17, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

“You’re wearing pink,” my friend said, fingering the sleeve of my shirt. “It’s October, Nancy.” “For breast cancer,” she said softly, then more sharply: “How many pink shirts do you have?” A couple of years ago I wrote of the two women, my best friends, who lit the fire of … Read More

Stop That

October 10, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

I read a story about an FBI bomb expert who leaked classified information to an Associated Press reporter. The man’s career is ruined of course, and he will soon be spending a lot of time in prison, but it is the reporter’s correspondence with the man that had me shaking … Read More