Watching TV with the Opposite SEX
It’s a relaxing evening at home just right for watching a movie. I sit down with my wife on the loveseat and think how nice this is when our cat jumps up between us and […]
It’s a relaxing evening at home just right for watching a movie. I sit down with my wife on the loveseat and think how nice this is when our cat jumps up between us and […]
When I saw a list of popular musicians and bands recently, I thought I might be a victim of slightly early onset dementia. I could make almost no sense of it: Trae Tha Truth ft. […]
When I was in the ninth grade, two of my classmates got into a shoving-then-wrestling fight. Surprising because we were in a classroom at the time. In a Catholic high school. Right before Religion class. […]
During the 10 years or so that ratemyprofessors.com existed and that I was still teaching college English, not even one student reviewer ever awarded me a chili pepper icon indicating that she (or he) thought […]
When your twin sister calls you to help get rid of a gang of 9-12 smell-raising skunks living under her porch, you go—so my wife went out to Nogal, New Mexico. I call them a […]
(Note: This piece contains “adult” language. If you’re squeamish about vulgarity, better skip this one.) Before Cormac McCarthy won a National Book Award or a Pulitzer Prize, before No Country for Old Men won an […]
My ninth-grade English teacher was named Sister Mary Barbara, but for purposes of anonymity, I’ll call her Sister Mary Barbarian. She was the toughest, strictest, unyieldingest teacher I ever had—a member of the order the […]
Meetings are the cold, muck-filled trenches in which turf wars are fought. They are the Texas Death Matches of the business world. They are corporate roller derbies. People just trying to skate by spin their […]
(This poem previously appeared in Defenestration.) Insider Art “American Student Rescued after Getting Stuck in Giant Vagina Sculpture in Germany.” New York Daily News, June 23, 2014 Twenty-two firefighters labored to deliver you, yours a […]
Partly influenced, I’m guessing, by Thoreau’s Walden—nine years ago my bride and I moved to the mountain woods of North Carolina. We, too, “wished to live deliberately.” In my own experiment I’ve discovered that “life […]