A Blog By Tom Hoover

After That Christmas

Short story long, I’m at the conclusion of my Christmas story about Ralph and his Great American Novel that no one wants to read.

That Christmas, Part 3

The phrase “avoided like the plague” could not even begin to describe how I dodged reading Ralph’s book. And soon enough, Ralph himself.

That Christmas, Part 2

When you’re at a party, trapped into talking with the worst guest ever, why can’t anyone read your mind and hear your screams to be rescued? What I would’ve given…

That Christmas, Part 1

I do. Who knew that two words—just three letters!—could have gotten me into so much trouble. Especially when I was at a holiday soiree, not the altar.

That Night 2018

Looming blog deadlines. Hot appetizers served cold. And the night keeps getting worse. Just one of these a year, please.


Sometimes you feel like a nut, and sometimes you just are the nut.

The Return

After a two-month hiatus (aka recovery from open-heart surgery), I’ve returned to blogging. I told you I’d be back! And yes, I missed you too.


I never thought I would need open-heart surgery, but I do, and the hospital staff has made pre-surgery scarier and more complex than I ever could have imagined.