Mac Childs
Bio
I fight the good fight. I still believe that good beats evil, everytime, and the good guys are humble and brave. Old fashioned? Maybe. Delusional? Probably. Just imagine if we all lived in that delusion...come on, join me here in the sun.
Stories (26/0)
Demons Don't Eat Pie
The weird ones always come in after midnight. That’s what my boss told me on my first day at Marty’s All-Night Diner. And he was right. But weird doesn’t always mean bad. I’ve worked the dead eye shift here at the diner for about six months now and while we definitely have some real doozies come in overnight, I can honestly say that most of the folks are just plain folks trying to get by like the rest of us. Some work the late shifts; some just like to be out at night. Less people to deal with, one of my regulars once told me. But that’s not my experience. There’s a whole culture out at night, they’re simply different people than the ones that live their lives in the daytime. Different. That’s a nice way of saying weird, I guess. So, like I said, my boss was right. I had the chance to work the morning shift a few months back and I tried it. I did the coffee and tie crowd with their non-spill tumblers and bagels. Wasn’t really for me. I even tried the early evening shift once with all the tennis skirt wearing soccer moms. Definitely not my scene. Then I realized that I liked the crazies and late shifters. As it turned out, I was one of the weird ones my boss had warned me about. I’m ok with that. Last night though…last night was different.
By Mac Childs2 years ago in Horror
Don't Let the Boo Hag Ride Ya
My wife and I had been married a few years when she had the first occurrence. We had both gone to bed about 11 PM, a little later than normal but neither of us had to get up early the next day so we stayed up and watched one of her favorite shows. I remember it was a particularly good episode of one of those ghost hunting type shows. We turned off the lights, got our little dog situated in between us, and went to sleep. Nothing out of the normal. Looking back, I would say that there was one thing that you might say was unusual, but it had been going on for a few months, so I didn’t consider it weird at the time. Every night around 3 AM, our larger dog that slept on a bed on the floor, would wake me up and beg to go outside. She had cancer at the time, so I assumed it was just that she was sick that made her need to go out way more often than normal at night. It was annoying, but as I said, it happened every night, so I never thought anything about it. You could almost set your clock by it each night.
By Mac Childs3 years ago in Horror
Choosing Gratitude Today
I woke up, breathing and full of life, at 6:55 AM this morning. That’s a thing to be thankful for, I think to myself. But, that’s not the whole story; it’s not the complete picture you need to see. Let me start over. I woke up this morning in a warm bed, beside my wife who loves me. For that, I am grateful. I woke up in a bed, under a roof, in a pretty nice little house, in a pretty nice little neighborhood. I am grateful, but it gets better still. I woke up in a bed, scrunched in between some amazing little pups that love me beyond words, and were happy to remind me with a million little kisses. I woke up and went to the bathroom and the light switches responded, as they should each time by turning the lights on. Yep, the power is still on and I am grateful. I did my business and flushed... running water, check. I moved through my house and marveled at the pictures on the wall of my family and friends... more love to be grateful for. I turned off our alarm system (you guessed it, the cable and internet are still on too) and opened the door to let my pups out to do their business. What an awesome sight was waiting for me on the other side of that door; the sun was just coming up and bathing the entire yard in a kind of half-light. Even still, I could make out a hundred different shades of greens, yellows, and reds. The world outside was alive and happy to show off for me. For a moment, I felt like it was just for me. In a way I guess it was, and I am grateful. As I watched this masterpiece unfold, I was greeted by the squirrels in the trees and the birds in the sky, and I am grateful.
By Mac Childs3 years ago in Motivation
I Did It!
I’ve had some amazing Holidays over the years. Even the less spectacular years were still pretty good, at least in the end. It’s not easy though. It starts out great with your favorite carols playing, some early gift buying, then things take a sharp left turn down Crazy Avenue with week after week of nothing but carols playing in every place you go. Add in the steady build of frustration that comes with the crowds, the parking, and the ever-approaching shopping deadline and it can wear down even the hap-hap-happiest among us. It can turn even the sweetest of little, old ladies into nightmares that would scare the pants off Freddy Kruger if their shopping experience isn’t up to snuff. I worked in retail for a long time, those crazy shoppers left a nasty mark on my view of the Holidays. I’ve been out of the retail rat-race for seven years now and the flashbacks are just now starting to fade. Still, once everything was done and I realized that everything turned out OK, I got an enormous sense of well-being and joy at just having survived another one. That’s how it is for me, anyway. It’s best summed up in the final scene from one of my very favorite Christmas movie: National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation starring Chevy Chase. As anybody that has seen the movie (and who hasn’t?) knows, the Holidays are a mess for our boy Clark Griswold. Clark has to deal with the struggles of the season, just like the rest of us... he has shopping to finish, dealing with in-laws that are staying in his home for the duration of the season, a boss who’s a jerk, surprise relatives showing up that nobody was expecting (or wanting), and his tree being burned down by a careless uncle and his cigar. Then, in one final yuletide insult, he doesn’t get the holiday bonus he was depending on. That prompts the inevitable Christmas meltdown... we've all been there. But Clark's boss ends up in a kidnapping and his family ends up being on the receiving end of a SWAT incursion into his home. Still, despite all the chaos and missteps, he keeps his cheer throughout the film and everything manages to work out in the end. In a quiet moment of reflection at the end he says, “I did it.” Those three words basically sum up how I feel when I finally get to wrap it all up on January 1.
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Families
The 10 Most Compelling Reasons You Need a Beard
When I was a kid, I asked my dad about shaving and why he did it. He said it was something that grownups do and that I’d understood when I got a little older. At nine years of age, it was an answer I got a lot. Still, I was enamored with the idea of being a grownup and wanted to do whatever I could to expedite the process. Besides that, there was just something about shaving that intrigued me. Maybe it was the grating of metal against skin, the sound it made as it scrubbed against his stubble, or the dramatic change that his face underwent…whatever it was, it was cool. So, when my dad shot down my request to shave along with him, I was heartbroken. Too young? No way, man…I was ready to go. So, one day while he was at work I slipped into the bathroom, found his razor, and prepared to take my first step into adulthood. I knew that he used shaving cream, but it was set high up on a shelf and I couldn’t reach it. Who needed it anyway? I took the razor and in one quick, broad stroke I drug it down my cheek. It took off all the fine little hairs I had cultivated throughout my life up to that point along with a big piece of my skin. There was blood everywhere and, judging by the reaction of my older sister, it looked like a scene out of a horror movie. I got patched up, no stitches needed, and waited for my father to get home. I waited stoically for my fate. He had told me I was too young and, even though I never actually asked to see his razor, I was pretty sure it was off limits. When he got home from work, I could hear him and my mom talking about it in the kitchen and it didn’t sound good. I stood bravely at the door of my bedroom expecting the worst. He rounded the corner of the hall and stopped short of where I was standing and just looked at me for a second before saying, “Did it hurt?” I agreed that it had, in fact, hurt. He smiled and said,“Guess you won’t do it again, huh?” I shook my head. “Good…lesson learned, then. Come here, kiddo.” He picked me up and gave me a brief hug, checked out the wound up close, and then set me down. “Come on, tough guy, let’s go eat some dinner.”
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Motivation
A Stranger in the Woods
980 A.D., Danish held lands, Northern England. The sun was blinding as it rose over the freshly fallen snow and frost covered trees surrounding Rolf’s little homestead; he grimaced his heavily bearded face when the light hit his eyes. It was cold…very cold. It was on mornings like this he dreaded the hike up to the stream that provided his little homestead with water. Still, it had to be done, he thought.
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Futurism
10 Laws of Marriage
My son got married this weekend. It was the culmination of months and months of stress, some family bickering, and a lot of planning hours that, in the end, didn’t really pan out the way anyone thought it would. That’s not a criticism, it’s just a fact. Weddings, like the marriages that follow, are lot like combat. Planning is critical…you absolutely must have a plan. But all the details fly out the window when the bullets start flying. Helmuth Von Moltke the Elder, a Prussian Chief of Staff before World War II, said it best when he stated,
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Humans
MORE Rules Every Man Should Live By
Is being a gentleman a dead art? I know, that’s pretty dramatic. Unnecessary drama aside, I do sometimes wonder if the art of being a gentleman is dead… or at the very least wasting away in a hospital bed somewhere hooked up to life support. It’s like the Golden Age of the Gentleman has passed and all that remains are those brave few that are clinging to some old, forgotten sentiments. Maybe it died with guys like Frank Sinatra and Cary Grant. They set the mark. I think maybe that’s why I wrote the first article, "Rules Every Man Should Live By." I wanted to pass those old, forgotten sentiments on to my sons. Turns out, it was the most read and best received article I have done to date. That’s what prompted this follow up article. That and there’s so much more I need to tell them. I won’t be here forever and in a lot of ways the mark I leave on this world will be measured by the men they become. Let’s get started.
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Motivation
How I See It
The thing about advice is this…it’s cheap. I don’t mean to say it’s inexpensive; it just doesn’t have much value anymore. And it usually comes unsolicited from everyone around you, all the time, whether you want it or not. Having said that, I have some to offer. It isn’t based on anything more reliable than my own experiences, so keep that in mind. Take it, leave it– it's up to you, my friends.
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Motivation
How I See It
The thing about relationships like marriage is they aren’t easy. They are damned time consuming and often painful…even the good ones. They also have the potential to be the most fulfilling thing you’ll ever do with your life. So, what is it exactly that makes a relationship good or bad? That’s a tough question because you are always dealing with two distinct and different personalities. But, as the title suggests, I do have an opinion or two.
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Humans
When It's Time
I stood as motionless as I could and watched a hummingbird as it visited the feeder hanging from the eave of my apartment. As it went to move away, it hovered just outside the window for a second and stared in at me. I wondered if it saw me. Do hummingbirds have thoughts like we do? If so, what was going through that little mind as it peeked in at me through the pane of glass separating us?
By Mac Childs4 years ago in Horror
