Author: Michael Boyle
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Youthful Memories
Welcome back, dear reader, to more stories for your enjoyment and amusement. People often ask how I remember so many moments from my youth. I tell them I’ve been blessed (or cursed) with an above‑average memory. I can recall events from my pre‑ambulatory days — not everything, mind you, but enough to make people wonder…
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Boots, Crutches, and Karma
Boots, Crutches, and Karma The sprain that hurt worse than a break, but turned misfortune into silver lining Some stories you limp through, others you laugh through — this one gave me both. One unlucky fall in Danang Harbor left me hobbling on crutches for over a month, battling Navy “logic,” and discovering just how…
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Coming August 18th – New Story Drop
Just a quick heads‑up for my readers — a new story is on the way. On August 18, I’ll be sharing Boots, Crutches, and Karma, a slice‑of‑life moment with humor, grit, and a twist of fate. The image says it all: my swollen foot, a day that didn’t go as planned, then karma stepped in.…
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Crazy Davy Masse’
Welcome back dear readers: Some stories from Vietnam stay sharp no matter how many years pass. This one comes from a night when the sea was angry, the sky was black, and a kid named Davy Masse’ reminded all of us that bravery doesn’t always look sane. Sometimes it looks like an 18-year-old diving into…
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Finding Fiona – Part Two
Welcome Back, dear readers. Last time, Greg thought he’d slipped Fiona past the watchful eyes of his mother and the chaos of a crowded house. But secrets have a funny way of shifting in the dark — especially in a home where every drawer, closet, and corner seems to have its own agenda. Let’s pick…
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Finding Fiona Part One
Welcome dear readers. Some memories don’t just tap you on the shoulder — they grab you by the collar and haul you straight back to childhood. A friend of mine recently shared one of those memories with me. It wasn’t funny at the time, but decades later it gives him a grin and a good…
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July 4th, 2000
Author’s Note: I never know what story will bubble up next, but when one does, I follow it. Fitzgerald once said, “You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.” Well… this one had plenty to say. Here’s the true tale of how a quiet holiday weekend…
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On the Finality of Emptiness
Author’s Note: Nearly sixty years ago, I wrote this piece in the uneasy quiet that followed my return from Vietnam. My family had moved away from the little Northwest Wisconsin town I suddenly found myself living in alone, my fiancée was preparing to marry someone else, and the only people who understood the weight I…
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A Pair of Tales
Author’s Note: Welcome to this week’s blog post. Thank you for joining me today. I appreciate you as a valued subscriber. Some stories stay with us because they touched something tender; others because they tested our patience, our sanity, or our ability not to scream in public. This week’s pair of tales lives on opposite…
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A Week After Never
Author’s Note I am sharing only this piece today, as it stands alone as my tribute to my long‑lost brother. Some writings belong to a larger collection, but this one carries its own gravity — a quiet, personal remembrance that deserves its own space. Ed’s absence has shaped the long arc of my life. In…
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