I have not given up on America or the American Dream. I never will.
First Person
Note: Presentation of these texts or “accounts” of “real world” “experience” from the perspective of “individuals” going about “their” “lives” should not be taken to imply an official Ordinary Times position as to the ontological status or scientifically verifiable existence of so-called “ego.”
The ability to write, not only in the formal sense of being able to succinctly put together...
1966’s “Summer in the City” by The Lovin’ Spoonful is a song that always comes to mind...
The point is that I use literally anything else to delicately suppress the sentiments and sensations of...
So it turns out I love America.
Ruminations on our future former home.
I don’t drink. I don’t drink coffee. The only drugs I’ve ever taken are… powerful stimulants. Funny...
Sobriety gets weird sometimes.
Forty is do or die, give up or hold out, wind up or wind down. It's the...
Pretending to be bewildered at the failure of recruitment and retention efforts while denying that compensation plays...
The city has been destroyed many times over, by war, fire, disease, and flood. Each time, she...
So I'm proud that I began worrying about gas stations at about 125 miles left in the...
The whole point was to see myself through other eyes, note the differences in perception, and try...
I realized Sonora Pass wasn't that far out of the way... and so it began.
Lyra McKee was the personification of Northern Ireland's post-Troubles potential.
On the Attacks Against Ilhan Omar.
Imagine my surprise when I walked into my classroom, and strung across the chalk board was a...
It's all about balance.
Why should staff feelings matter?
