Article Archives: Words with Woods

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

The Tipping Point

April 11, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

In a bar I used to frequent, my favorite surly bartender brought me a beverage and refused my cash. I told him that I appreciated the gesture but didn’t want to take advantage. “You tip $1 per beer,” he said. “I’m going to buy you one from time to time.” … Read More

History, Memory and Memoirs

April 4, 2013 | by CJ Woods III

My brother called me recently and shocked me with some knowledge about him. At the end of the conversation, I sat down to write about it. I was going to share the information with my sister — we three are the last of five children my mother had — but … Read More