CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

Cursed Cursive

I wrote a note to a new friend and when next I saw her, she commented on something that was in it. “What does ‘his mark’ mean,” she asked. “You put it next to your signature.” My signature is as neat and readable to most people as Sanskrit. I have … Read More

The Challenge is Ours

My brother called my cell phone while I was out of reception range and by the time I remembered to call him, I had learned that one of our cousins had died. I told him of this and he worried about where –– and to whom –– to send his … Read More

Road Trip!

My friend Nancy called me on a Wednesday and asked, “Do you want to drive to North Carolina with me?” “When?” “Friday,” she said. Nancy lives in southern Indiana and is a recently retired grade school teacher. She has always liked to travel, and did so frequently before her husband … Read More

Needless To Say: A Rant

The beginning of a new year seems to be a good time to sweep out the closets and air out the peeves. (Another columnist used to convene a “Court Of Peeves, Crotchets and Irks.” He was an infamous segregationist who wrote a superb column on the art of writing. I … Read More

Lentils, Luck and Love

On the first day of 2013, I was in New Jersey with my Grandchild Delivery Device and her progeny when I noticed that Imani was engrossed in something on her mother’s phone. I inquired as to whom or what it might be, and was told that it was a YouTube … Read More