CJ Woods III’s Story Archive

An Offered Arm

The interview with the young woman completed, I suggested that we two go to lunch. The graphic designer was new to St. Louis, Missouri and was in town to apply for a position in the advertising department of the Famous-Barr department store. I oversaw the work of the people who … Read More

Here Comes Archy

When I was an attendant at the Western Psychiatric Institute and Clinic in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, a co-worker introduced me to a book. I was already an avid consumer of books and had previously spent four years as a page in the closed stacks of the University of Pittsburgh’s library. But … Read More

Here Comes The Sun

“Don’t run Clop’s legs off,” my daughter told my granddaughter. Lauren had brought Myah to me to watch while Momma ran some errands. Myah is newly five years old and has found that her grandfather’s house is the “House Of The Rising Yes.” We promptly set off on a game … Read More

Bad Dreams, Bad Wolf

When my first granddaughter was about 4 years old, she developed a need to be reassured about her dreams at night. Her mother came up with a “bad dreams” song. When it was time for Imani to go to sleep, Lisa would sit on the bed beside her and softly … Read More

Save The Littles

My son sent me a text about a small adventure. He was in Irvington’s Ellenberger Park one Friday afternoon and noticed a shoe box under a tree. He has always been a curious person, willing to track down mysteries, and in that vein, he wrote, “I went to take a … Read More