Requiem For a Heavy Meal
I went to plan the family get-together, and I found much to my chagrin that the Klinkes were out of business. Like, out of business entirely.
Category: First Person
Thankful Just to Be Here
There’s nothing like a near death experience to fix your attitude on life! This year, I have SO MUCH to be grateful for.
An Ode to Pants, Recently Departed
Searching for solace on the untimely demise of a good pair of pants, and seeking refuge in the famous laments of literature.
The Dispossession of the Post-war Boom
Buffalo’s pride has made it like Capernaum: instead of the Roman Empire, she is oppressed by the Empire State, who hates its own people.
Like It Or Not, Remote Learning Is Coming Back
Acceptance is the place to be when it comes to school closures. It’s ugly, sudden, disruptive and messy, but it’s coming.
Thank You, Ruth; I Am, Because You Were
It is not the loss of the seat that hurts; it is the loss of her genius, her fortitude, her genuineness and her grace.
Sometimes, You Get Burned: A Personal Account of The Whitney Fire
I could see flames approaching from the east & south and my daughter whispered, “I love you, Mommy,” and my heart broke in a million pieces…
The Need Is For Light
How often do we get the chance to link our discomfort with an apocalyptic orange sky to a decades-old sci-fi novel?
The Reckoning and a Reckless Thought Experiment
I’m supposed to want justice, but I’m not sure what justice will mean for me. I have been wronged…But I have also wronged others.
Out of Horror, Change
The beauty of change is first a horror, the writhing, serpentine figure of death setting fire and killing by almost any means a mind can imagine.
Downwind And East: The People And Cuisine Of Downeast Maine
Like the lobsters once were on the beaches, wild blueberries in Downeast Maine are everywhere, found on roadsides and driveways and in untended fields.
To the Place I Belong
By this point, I am afraid that the absurdity of all this had become too much to bear.
The Time Mike Prevented A Shark From Beheading A Moose
The following story is humorous. As far as we know Mike Pence could, in fact, use his fingers to count to ten, were it necessary.
Country Roads, Take Me Home
If you choose to rely upon Google, Verizon, and/or Samsung products as an aid to road navigation, do yourself a favor and verify the route using traditional methods.
The Time Mike Squandered Three Wishes Granted By A Crone
The following story humorous: As far as we know Mike Pence can not, in fact, whistle loudly without using his fingers.
The Misguidance Of Clark Kent
The following story is meant to be humorous, and is not intended to represent men of steel or any other alloy for that matter.
The Time Mike Foiled A Jesuit Conspiracy To Infiltrate And Seize New Brunswick
The following story is meant to be humorous. As far as we know Mike Pence did not, in fact, foil a Jesuit conspiracy.
Six Years a Secret
I was her you-wouldn’t-know-him-boyfriend-in-Canada except not in Canada and not her boyfriend. But real! And if it did get back to me, that was okay, because she didn’t not like me.
The Time Mike Foiled A Jesuit Conspiracy To Infiltrate And Seize New Brunswick, Part The First
The following story is meant to be humorous. The real-life Mike Pence is not, in fact, an expert in 19th Century whaling techniques
Neurodiversity and the Dignity of Work
Our meritocratic society believes that people with neurological disabilities are worthless weeds. Nonsense. We are flowers that can be beautiful.
