Jim Stitzel
Jack-of-All-Trades, Master of WordsExcerpts from Life
Facebook: “It’s Too Hard”
This is just one of many reasons why I harbor a fundamental disdain for Facebook's policies and management decisions. When you've set the almighty dollar in a place where it trumps social responsibility in your decision-making process, it's at that point you've...
Church, Faith, and Returning to the Fold
I went to church today. The first time since April, and probably the first time in years -- and maybe ever -- I've gone solely for myself. Growing up as the pastor's kid, church attendance was mandatory. It was the same in college, where church attendance was...
More Than a Figment
There was a time when I thought my anxiety wasn't real, that it was a figment of my imagination, an emotional ghost conjured by my subconscious to cover up the other mental health issues I deal with on a daily basis. Having a psychology background I have a healthy...
Fiction
A Still, Small Voice
Listen to your conscience. You know, that little voice in the back of your mind that tells you right from wrong? That guy. That’s me. And you’re currently ignoring the hell out of me. I saw what you did when you rolled up on that woman and offered her a ride. I...
The Field of Frost
The Field of Frost lay glistening in the early morning sunlight. Tiny crystals of ice floated through the air just above the knee-high grass and frozen flowers. Wisps of fog rolled across the Field in various places and made tiny rainbows as the sun played its light...
Electricity
I can’t survive without electricity. Like, it’s literally wired into my body. You see, I’m an android, and I need power to function. And since no one has been able to manufacture fully functional organic bodies yet, I’m wired up with old-fashioned electric power. I...