Jimmy Tucker
Stories (6/0)
Tito the Lonely Barn Owl
There was a barn owl by the name of Tito. Tito was a solitary fellow. Aimlessly flying across the Midwest, his nights were generally the same. He'd find a mouse to catch for a meal, sit on a high tree branch and watch the sunset, preen his feathers, and keep to himself, particularly avoiding other owls.
By Jimmy Tucker2 years ago in Fiction
Five Things I Learned From My Panic Disorder
My “2020: A Series of Unfortunate Events” started before the COVID lockdowns. I was driving down the highway in the middle of the city. There was late morning traffic. Next thing I know, I’m waking up, as if for the first time that day, being loaded onto an ambulance. I was moaning and groaning in pain, vomiting every few seconds, utterly confused as to what was going on. It took a few moments before I was able to comprehend what the paramedic was telling me: I had had a seizure.
By Jimmy Tucker3 years ago in Psyche
A Humbling Experience
It started with the desire to help those in need. Some friends and I went into the heart of downtown, where many other people were gathering to plan out the evening events. We were all to split up into different groups: a group to walk around the streets and hand out food; a group to offer haircuts; a group to serve meals at an outdoor, makeshift soup kitchen; and a group to interact with the homeless at the kitchen tables. Knowing full well that if I attempted to give someone a haircut I would either chop off their ear or have them end up looking like they have a grossly disheveled cat on their head, I opted for participating in the other groups.
By Jimmy Tucker3 years ago in Humans