Skip to content

The Stories of Scott D. Southard

  • In Jerry’s Corner
  • A Jane Austen Daydream
  • Permanent Spring Showers
  • Megan
  • Maximilian Standforth and the Case of the Dangerous Dare
  • The Dante 3
  • Me Stuff
  • Man Behind the Curtain
  • December 17, 2012

    The Christmas Accordion: Holiday 2012 Thoughts

    I have three memories around my second grade teacher, Mr. Nyenhuis.

    The first involved the time he dumped Dan Wheeler’s desk on the ground, showing what an absolute mess it was. Seriously, there was a smell coming from it that we all had to find out about. It couldn’t be natural.

    The second memory was around my broken wrist. It was my first (and only) broken anything and I had to get up in front of the class and tell everyone about it. I remember the feeling of all of my fellow classmates’ eyes on me and their excitement as I got closer and closer to the moment I fell off the bars on a backyard play set (I remember doing an incredibly inaccurate “crunch!” noise). To this day, I point to that moment as one of the defining ones that turned me towards storytelling.

    The last memory involved Mr. Nyenhuis, the holidays, and Christmas.

    –

    See, for every year I was in elementary school, on the last week of school before Christmas, we had a tradition at Parkview Elementary. All of the kids were led out to the hallway for a daily sing-along. (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • December 3, 2012

    My Five Favorite Posts, 2012

    Father TimeI know we are not at the end of the year yet but I couldn’t wait. Yes, I am the kid on Christmas Eve wanting to open all of the presents early. And. let’s be honest, every blogger or writing site is going to be a doing a post like this. Why not be ahead of the curve?

    So that’s me- Mr. Ahead of the Curve.

    Before I get to my favorite posts, let me begin by saying how much I got a kick out of running this site this year. As a writer it has been very satisfying. Over the course of one year, I went from zero followers to 213 with over 25000 views this year alone. That is pretty awesome in my book, and just as satisfying this blog gave something back to me as a writer.

    • I was able to share fiction; things I have cared about that have been collecting dust around my house (and in my brain). The Dante Experience radio series is once again available to listen to, along with the unproduced scripts of the sequel.
    • A new collection of short stories, Upon The Ground, was shared on Green Spot Blue.
    • And I am writing a new book, Permanent Spring Showers, right here live for all to follow along… and many do!

    A lot of what drives me and this site right now are you the readers. I know people say things like that all the time, but I am being very honest. You have no idea how powerful a like and a comment can be in spurring me forward, inspiring me. I might have abandoned this months ago if it wasn’t for the numbers and the responses. So this year, I am the most thankful for you the readers.

    Thank you.

    Here is my list of my favorite posts in no certain order… (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • November 19, 2012

    Nine Thoughts on Turning Five

    My wife was in labor for 22 hours. 22!

    It started the night before and I was deep in sleep when she broke the news we needed to leave for the hospital NOW. I was so deep into it that it took almost a minute of her waving at me, as I stood dumbfounded, that we needed to move.

    I drove so slowly to the hospital, my wife was getting frustrated. I wanted everyone to be safe, I even avoided the highway, worried about drunk drivers.… Yes, it was a Sunday night, but someone could be drunk on a Sunday, right?

    Once we were there my wife’s suffering began as future parents after future parents went in the delivery room before us. Finally, I had had enough. There are only a few times I can remember that I got all “extreme,” but this was one of them, as I confronted the doctor and nurse in the hallway. They said there were two ahead and I corrected them, without blinking, no, my wife is next… After five minutes of arguing, my wife was being prepped and ready to go.

    One of my most vivid memories is of my son’s birth. When we first heard his cry, my wife turned to me, her mouth open in surprise, tears streaking her happy and tired face.  Then they showed him to us. His face was bright red from the screaming. I asked politely (and very overwhelmed) if I could see him; they of course said yes. I stood over him consoling him. At the sound of my voice he immediately stopped crying and then rolled on his side towards me.

    You don’t forget things like that… (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • November 14, 2012

    Mush: The Effects of Parenting on the Artistic Mind

    My brain has turned to mush.

    I can’t say exactly when it happened, but somewhere between the long sleepless nights with a newborn and the obsessions of a toddler (who is convinced he is a racecar, and tells everyone. I don’t even understand how Nascar is a sport!), this fine-tuned tool I have always been so fond of has become permanently muddled.

    To know me before my son was to know a devout follower of classic literature. I could discuss the finer points of Finnegan’s Wake and Middlemarch and not drop a bead of sweat. I was a snobby individual, and proud of my snobbiness, wearing it as almost a badge. But now, I spend my days thinking:

    • Where did Piglet disappear to during the entire Piglet’s Big Movie?
    • Why does Elmo tell kids the best place to learn more is to watch a TV channel in every episode of Elmo’s Room? Does anyone else have a problem with that?
    • And where can I get my own Tootles like Mickey Mouse has, because it seems like a really useful invention? (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • October 29, 2012

    My Remaining Years and the Birthday of Doom

    I have always hated birthdays and I think part of the problem is I have always put too much pressuring on meeting difficult milestones.

    I blame myself, but I also blame great writers for this. See, I have always put a lot on what others have done by my age and the older I get (and more great writers die off with each year I pass. I mean, come on! I’m almost a few years off from when Jane Austen snuffed it), the more this is getting difficult to do. Many of the greats have already hit their classic by this point. Me? I’m still struggling to get people to find my writing (and thank you for reading).

    Looking back over my website this year it seems aging is a big theme for me. Maybe part of this is related to the fact I lost my grandfather at the beginning of the year. He was the last of my grandparents and with him an entire generation of my family disappeared. Yet, to be honest, I have written about aging before then. One of the first things I wrote for Green Spot Blue was a piece about being older than Indiana Jones in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

    Yes, being older than Indy is a big deal for members of my generation. If you don’t understand what I mean, I can’t help you. (You can read that piece here.) I’m approaching Last Crusade now… after that there is a long draught until the flying fridge and the crystal skulls.

    Before this becomes some kind of a great pity party for me, let me add here that I am very happy in my reality. My wife and I have created a wonderful life together and our kids are amazing. I know it’s almost corny to say one’s kids are their greatest achievement but… Okay… my kids are my greatest achievement. (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • September 7, 2012

    “Starting School” post is up on Green Spot Blue (a quick update with the link as well)

    My article on my son starting school and my reaction to him growing up is being shared as well on the parenting/literary Web site Green Spot Blue. You can check it out here.

    Please take the time and check it out. Green Spot Blue is really a great site and has a lot to offer for hip and educated parents to read and enjoy. I’m really honored that they ask me to contribute to it from time to time.

    As a quick follow-up my son did great that first day, honestly, much better than me. He found his seat and started coloring right away. And while other parents and children were dealing with all of their own unique levels of drama (there actually was a line for the teaching assistant to give each child a hug that needed it after the departure of their parents), he just colored away.

    I could have left, but I didn’t right away. The gravity of this moment being strangely hard for me to let go of. Finally, when I realized I was one of the last, felt it was finally time. I gave him a hug, kissed the top of his head and told him how proud I was… and I am.

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • September 3, 2012

    Starting School

    “Can you believe our firstborn is starting school?” My wife asked me this question a few days ago, her eyes going wide as she said it, and it ridiculously enough took me completely by surprise.

    My son is about to start Begindergarten, which is a cute way of saying an “Early Fives” class. He is going to attend it in an elementary and he will be there all day just like all of the bigger kids, using their same cafeteria and their playground (not at the same time, of course). My wife and I were so focused on getting him into the right school in our area for the last eight months that I didn’t realize until recently how much this change meant for all of us in our little family and for him.

    This was about to be something new…

    In preparation of this first day over the weekend we drove him to his new school and allowed him to play in the playground for about an hour. While he loved playing in the playground (trying everything he could), I kept noticing things, my parental eye kicking in.

    • Who was it that left these empty beer cans here on the playset? Will these people who would drink at a kids’ playground be around the school? Heaven forbid, or will they actually be attending?
    • Why are there so many weeds?
    • And are those soccer nets going to be fixed?
    • Is that rust?

    Yes, while this playground is better than anything I had growing up (and this is a great school district), I still was catching everything I possibly could. This could be a super power of mine. A lame super power, but still a power. You can call me “Protective Dad.” And I am here to shake my head and wag my finger at others! Irresponsible people of the world be warned! Protective Dad is among you now! (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • May 31, 2012

    Which Beatle am I? I have no idea anymore

    I have always identified myself with The Beatles.  There was something about their energy, their creativity, and their artistic exploration that called to me.

    I know this is not a unique thing.

    Almost everyone feels some kind of connection to the fab four, but for me, I would mark my time based on theirs or I would relate myself to at least one of them from time to time, thinking something like “Wow that is just like John,” even though I knew it was never really the case… but it just made everything feel a little more important.

    When I was a young struggling writer, I saw myself as a young John Lennon. I wore a sailor cap like he did all the time and wrote comic short stories. Yes, I connected to this early John in a major way.   I even dressed as him for Halloween once with the sailor cap just so over my bangs… strangely (thanks probably to my blonde hair) most thought I was the Dutch Boy from the paint cans as compared to the young rock god. (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • May 22, 2012

    Upon The Ground: A Children’s Nightmare

    The next story from my collection Upon The Ground is available via GreenSpotBlue.com. It is called “A Children’s Nightmare” and you can read the story here.

    Here is a sample from the beginning:

    –

    “A Children’s Nightmare”

    The children could have spent all day looking at that tombstone. It was the most foreboding piece of marble in the cemetery. But for the children, the size of that tombstone brought along pictures of giants and monsters. And the fact that it said “Better Dead Than Alive” under the name “Jake Hawkins,” couldn’t help but make them think that it was good he was dead. Did he terrorize a village with his footsteps? Did he steal maidens from their wedding days? Did he eat people? Whatever he did in life, there was a celebration in his death.

    It might have been that problem that confused Lisa the most. For Lisa did understand death. She understood the concept at least. Her Grandmother still tells the story of Lisa when she was three and they were at the park across the street from Matt’s house. Lisa was playing on the swings and her Grandmother was talking with her Grandfather about who they knew buried in the other graveyard beyond the playground.

    Now her Grandfather grew up in a strong religious background and from time to time he would try to convince people of that fact. Especially in his old age he seemed to go back to those studies as a form of support for the coming end. It also seemed to give possibility (when he truly allowed himself to believe) for a hope, feeling and moment of happiness for the people gone.

    But her Grandmother was exactly the opposite of her Grandfather. She was an atheist of the strongest kind (actually she had an opinion about everything and every opinion of hers was strong). Her husband and she would spend days arguing about things like a game perfected over the decades of holding hands in their little time.

    –

    You can read the rest of the story here. Links for the previous short stories can be found on the Upon The Ground page.  Thanks for reading!

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
  • April 9, 2012

    A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to My Vasectomy

    This was my end of the bargain.

    My wife would have our two lovely children and when she was done I would go to the guillotine, as it were. I would be Sydney Carton from A Tale of Two Cities, with both hands tied behind my back being led to my destiny while reciting, “It is a far, far better thing I do…”

    That sounds strangely noble in theory, but in actuality, I must admit, with the birth of our second child I had been avoiding this doctor trip like the plague. I had postponed the visit two different times (scheduling then rescheduling… twice), but after a year, I was running out of excuses for myself.

    On the day of the appointment, I was freaking out. I tried to explain this to my wife, but, as sympathetic as she tried to be, she didn’t get it. And comparing it to what she had to experience in the birthing of our children, didn’t help. Yes, I am sure birth is a bigger life changing, panic-driven, and painful experience. But for a guy, this is something. Yes, it means something, and it’s not something that can be easily explained, it’s in the gut, it’s in the animal part of the brain. It is part of what defines us as male. Hear us roar!

    I ended up making a quick excuse to run an errand, and then in a parking lot called one of my oldest friends to talk me down. I was the guy on the edge of the building preparing to jump, he was the understanding cop with the bullhorn explaining to me that I still will have a lot to live for.

    I was going to be fine… I was going to be fine… I stepped away from the ledge. (more…)

    Share this:

    • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
    • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
    • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
    • Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp
    • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest
    • Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit
    • Print (Opens in new window) Print
    • Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn
    • Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr
    Like Loading…
Previous Page Next Page

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.

Privacy & Cookies: This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
To find out more, including how to control cookies, see here: Cookie Policy

Loading Comments...

    • Subscribe Subscribed
      • The Stories of Scott D. Southard
      • Join 1,946 other subscribers
      • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
      • The Stories of Scott D. Southard
      • Subscribe Subscribed
      • Sign up
      • Log in
      • Report this content
      • View site in Reader
      • Manage subscriptions
      • Collapse this bar
    %d