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Snapping Out of It

We’re going to conduct a literary experiment, you and I.  Well, in fact you’re going to play the role of observer and I’m going to conduct it.  819 more words

On Writing

Memories of Mexico

Even though more than a year has passed since I spent a month backpacking in Mexico, the memories are still fresh. When I close my eyes I can almost feel the salty tang of the Caribbean Sea, hear the lapping waves on the pacific shore, and feel the searing sands of Playa Boca de Pasquales on my feet. 1,103 more words


Bailey's greatest poses

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you know that my dog Bailey gets himself into some strange positions.  I wonder if he is comfortable, but since he is sleeping, I suppose he is. 57 more words



“Can you look me in the eye and honestly tell me you think it’s your fault?”

On the side of the brown filing cabinet was a newspaper article I had read at least 17 times–bringing awareness of sexual assault to the masses, one campus group at a time–but I read it again anyway because what else was I going to do but tell her the words that she wanted to hear and I didn’t want to say? 1,420 more words


Bailey hurt my arm, which was bad. Here's why it was also good.

While walking Bailey in December, he pulled hard on the leash to play with his friend Georgie. For some odd reason, I was holding the leash in my left hand. 327 more words


Ancestral Voices in My Head


I have these voices in my head. You know the ones I mean. Right?

(Please tell me that you do.) … 855 more words

Being Human Is Hard

Hospice, the conversation killer


Hospice, it’s a real conversation killer.

So death, what a bummer, amiright?

The couple, Jack and Jill, rode in silence with the occasional interjection about the weather and the Grammy’s.  853 more words