CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

Grace Note

May 16, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

I was listening to someone being interviewed on a program on NPR (yes: I am that “I-heard-it-on-NPR” person) when the interviewee played and identified a grace note. I heard it at night while driving my car, and though I was laboring to change a section of my life, it brightened … Read More

The Squirrels of Orange Street

May 9, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

Squirrels littered the back yard of my house on Orange Street. They laughed at me when I came out there. They chittered in a walnut tree as I hammered another board onto the porch. My lard-butt lab, the yellow Allie, would give me a lifted eyebrow about the noise I … Read More

Crash

May 2, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

“It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we … Read More

Kiss the Babies

April 25, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

“Kiss the babies for me.” I was talking to an old friend, and she said this when we signed off. This is something that she has said for years — she knows my babies — but it was still amusing to hear. I have always identified my three children as … Read More

Egg, Egg, Duck

April 18, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

On Easter Sunday, March 31st, my daughter was helping to hide plastic Easter eggs for her cousin’s little boy when she found a real egg in the middle of a shallow hole. I thought the egg too large for most of the birds of the area, and assumed it to … Read More