Reading
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The Introduction to “Jump-Starting Boys” by Pam Withers & Cynthia Gill
Everyone knows boys are falling behind girls in education. And that has lots of people, especially educators and politicians, busy pointing fingers and engaging in loud discussions. Largely left out of this discussion are parents of boys, who are perhaps more aware than anyone that their bright, eager sons hit an invisible wall somewhere near Continue reading
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We Used to Have a Lot of Fun
I started reading Nietzsche’s Ecce Homo the other day. Maybe Monday. Maybe Sunday. Attempting to return to my Nietzsche stories with gusto. With quotes and ideas from the philosopher to jump-start the creative process. While I’d love to write the tale as a novel, I’m more comfortable writing several one-shots that play off each other. Continue reading
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This Post is Not Edited
This post is not edited. There is no spell check on the Android app. No linking capabilities that doesn’t involve code. No cliché removal option. No grammar check to point out the passive sentences. No feature image that links to Ashton Cutright’s Etsy page. We were supposed to have a department meeting today. It did Continue reading
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“i would shiver the whole night through”
Let me start off by apologizing to Angela, my coworker, for failing to post the video of me reading the piece. It’s not that I don’t plan to, but there’s something I want to do to it. Verbatim I don’t think I ever showed my vulnerability in public before. It is very rare that I Continue reading
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It was featured in today’s newspaper
I used to call this place the happier parts of hell; like Mexico, we’re so far from Heaven. Last night Jyg had a dream that I was a clone – or clone-like. She dreamt there was three of me – the child, the teenager and the adult. We were on the run and Continue reading
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Medium Chocolate Milkshake & A Small Fry
I don’t get it. How can a post about my job orientation and my deceased cat come up during a search for heart attack first aid? Sometimes spam doesn’t make sense to me. Then again, not a lot of things really make sense to me. For instance, why would my former supervisor friend Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 