All Gussied Up: In Through The Out Door
They’re at a place called Sushi X on the Northern Boulevard, the kind of joint where the “Grand Opening!” sign is never taken down and all the rolls fall apart […]
Category Archives: Prose
Eating Crow
I used to reserve a special kind of secret scorn for those kids who took weeks out of high school for vague illnesses that never seemed to resolve. I just […]
Let’s Say: A Place
Let’s say there’s a place I’ve lived. Let’s say I lived there in my formative years. Let’s say I spent two years on two blocks on this place–this city–and two […]
Too Gung-Ho for Her Own Damn Good
At St. Dymphna’s on Sunday night the aspiring Wayne Coyne in the corner was hunched over a book that I figured from the fatness was House of Leaves. We became […]
The View From Here
I have learned this just now: I am not afraid to fly. I’m not afraid of all things, but these days isn’t flying the garden variety terror? a most predictable […]
Slow Dancing
Have you ever tried to teach someone to slow dance? I never have. I’m not sure I’ve ever slow danced with anyone. Maybe in middle school, I think, to a […]
Always Be Skeptical of Metaphors During Holiday Season! (Merry Christmas to You and Yours)
I told myself I’d be writing a personal ‘Year in Review’ today – only I kept dodging the legwork. There’s something both disturbing and callous about trying to distill twelve […]
I Get Older, They Stay the Same Age.
My cool friend was reading it, she read it a bunch of times. She was cool because she had a nose piercing and sometimes made out with an even cooler […]
Plays Vs. Movies Vs….Online Educations?
Reposted from my personal tumblr, because it’s still resonating with me. The Inspiring Quote: “Teaching today is like a stage play. A play can be seen by at most a […]
Kitty Hawk
I am poised for the greatest achievement of my life. It, of course, will be followed by many more. I will probably be a quarterback (even though I’m getting a […]
