Sticky Seats to Sherman
‘It was hot. Damn hot. There was no air conditioning. Our granddad would trade cars at the drop of a hat. But a/c was often not part of the deal.”
Revenge is Sweet
We went to another school as a group, supposedly for professional development. We observed some teachers in their classrooms. I
#EmptyThePews
FRICKIN’ HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD! JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH! POPE PAUL VI AND ALL THE SAINTS! AND DEAR GOD WHY ARE ALL THESE WOMEN IN EXPENSIVE ULTRASUEDE DRESSES RUNNING UP AND DOWN THE AISLES SCREAMING THEIR FOOL HEADS OFF???!!!!!
Your Travel Guide to Baghdad-By-The-Bay (2002)
SF is what the freedom-inducing utopian metropolis was mapped out to be: which is to say, more open, tolerant, funked-out, colorful, strange, unorthodox, thoughtful, nature aware,
A Eulogy for Brooksie Belle Ketchum Booth, My Grandmother
“Grief that a beloved woman, who was in part responsible for my existence on earth, had reached the end of her long and hard, but fruitful and accomplished life. …”
A Memory of My Grandfather
“I’m sometimes angry that we can’t have our grandparents around when we’re older and can understand and appreciate them, but instead are ignorant, impatient youths right at the tim
The Wake Island Story, Part I
“And then a living hell began which would only be ended by the birth of atomic stars over southern Japan nearly four years later.”
The Wake Island Story Part II
“‘We go through therapy every time we get together. We help each other with problems,’ they said.”
Tomorrow Today Yesterday
“Isn’t yesterday anything but memories? No, tomorrow is always a memory a scent a taste a touch …”