The following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. In 1982 I was sixteen. A skinny white punk in the suburbs of Houston who hung around a few other like dregs. We weren’t into…
The following is a guest post by my daughter, Agatha Rose who is a 10th grader. I assisted in copyediting only. *** I hear the trumpets from down the street. The noise is beautiful. In fact, I wouldn’t even…
The Monday after Spring Break, the day after Easter—trying to get my sea legs back. After slamming lunch, I donned my earbuds and ran a vacuum. I may be the world’s greatest vacuumer, and I’m certain it’s one of the…
Sure I accumulate things. Just probably not the same things. We’re raised to believe that accumulating things will make us happy. Toys Jewelry Cars Homes When we accumulate these things we are living a full life…
I’m officially an unaffiliated American voter. I was raised in a conservative Republican household, but married a staunch Democrat, and definitely identify more with liberal thinkers than conservative. It’s not because of dogma, I assure you. As a result of…
