“Make sure the kids eat.”
In the mid to late 50s at St. Edward’s High School, a Catholic boarding school in Austin, Texas we used to…
Inheritance. Something given. Something passed on. Collective, connected by an unbroken line.
It was the first time I ever saw a man shot. Charlie usually blended into the jungle like invisible, venomous snakes. For some reason…
When a hard spring rain drenches me, I worry about the flowers, born without clothing to protect…
A lot of you may think that when I write what I’m writing in this blog then it hurts my chances of being employed. Or it seems like I know nothing about what’s socially acceptable or that I am perhaps a psychotic.
I often see on articles about chronic anxiety that sufferers frequently fear “going crazy.” I always shake my head a bit, because for me it’s such a legitimate concern. My mother is mentally ill. My middle sister has a personality disorder, and my oldest sister is…
Have you ever sat at a 40-foot table alone?
Yesterday, as I walked up the street, a small brown bird, a sparrow I think, was bobbing on the branch of a…
