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An Apology To My Oral Hygienist
Do you feel guilty during your first meal after going to the hygienist? I do. It’s like driving through a puddle after going to the car wash. I was at Turnip Truck yesterday right after a cleaning,...
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Talk to Re:Write Workshop
Here is the text I wrote before the talk I gave at the re:Write Workshop April 18th of this year. It was a conference for aspiring writers called “Celebrating the Courage to Write.” Special thanks to...
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I Don’t Have Kids
I wrote this at the behest (and with the encouragement) of Knight Stivender for Holiday 2014 print issue of the magazine 12th & Broad. I wanted to talk to someone who, like me, has decided to...
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Electric Word Life
The phone made its angry little blurrrt and it was Katie. “Prince just died.” I immediately didn’t believe it. I had two Macbooks open. One of them had been playing James Brown all morning, because...
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A new hope
It went poorly, didn’t it? 2016 was a rotten egg of a year, a scrawly gang-tag on a wet underpass on the poor side of town. It wanted to be a badass year, but it was just bad. People talk about it the...
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It’s Snowing
Scene: Claire is swiping her iPad, having just just read a blogpost titled “Hello, I’m Abby, and I’m an Umarried Millennial.” She sighs as Drew walks in from the bedroom. “Let’s not get married.”...
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Dress Codes
Once in a while, I read pissed-off posts on the socials by people carrying on about dress codes in schools. The offended Moms are usually socially liberal types who profess that their offspring should...
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Deliberate Love
There is a recent article in the NYT in which Mandy Len Catron discusses following a simple procedure for intentionally falling in love. The gist of the process, created in a lab 20 years ago by...
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The Tunnel
Mom died some weeks back. I say, “some,” because I am not sure if it was eight, nine, or ten. It was about a month or so ago that my sister said, as we drove to the bank to close Mom’s IRA, “Can you...
View ArticleToday’s marches
The question “will this finally change things?” is the wrong question. The march today will not change centuries of weird and conflicted American thinking about weaponry and freedom. It is highly...
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