George Alger's Written Works (4)

Sometimes, it just takes a right turn to find out what’s really important. Consider Lucy: A 33 year old, married mother of two (eight and ten year olds). She works part time at the local Dept Store selling men’s clothing accessories while her children are at school. Her husband, Jeremy, is a manager at a metal fabricating plant. Lucy considers that she has mostly taken right turns in her life. Although sometimes she wonders if she really married the right man. Her husband, Jeremy, is a good gu… Continue

It’s cold. Very cold. Mike Barody took in the view at the beginning of the snow-covered trail from the small parking lot in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. White lace adorned the naked birch, oak and maple trees standing confidently amidst the not-so-naked and white-laced evergreens that beckon entry to any that may heed the voice of the woods. He closed the door of his 6-year-old Jeep Cherokee and took a deep breath as he started to walk. The winter air snapped every cell in his lungs t… Continue

You and I
We create newly
through each
and all our days.
You and I We inspire others In all our different ways. You and I in concert newly to enlighten beyond the sky. You and I for a better world truly for more than You and I. © George Alger. All Rights Reserved. Continue

“Is he dead yet!?” Zelda fired her query at the Funeral Director with a thrust of pointed hostility. In his 32 years running the Morrison Mortuary, Mr. Morrison had become quite adept at handling all manner of people—living or dead. Although consoling the bereaved requires a bit more skill than handling the deceased, he learned to address all with dignified aplomb. “My dear Mrs. Crescent, the hospital did everything they possibly could to save your husband. But this last heart attack was more t… Continue