Being a little boy is hard in a great big world. We yell at them the way we don’t yell at little girls, and we shouldn’t yell at them either. We expect them to know the things that we didn’t learn until we were much older, but nevermind that, boys are supposed to inherently know … More Celebrating Boy
“We are the Miners, the mighty mighty Miners, Everywhere we go, people what to know, Who we are, so we tell them…..We Are The Miners” The lights begin to flash in the distance in front of me, the wooden guard arms are slowly lowering, signalling me to stop and wait for the passing of a … More The Mighty Miners
In my hand is a plastic Hideway Pizza cup. In it is red wine from a box, about six ice cubes, because that’s what you do when you are pretending to be fancy and just need to chill the wine a bit, and to top it all off, I have a cherry popsicle sticking out … More Popsicles for Dinner
I am overlooking a creek bed, staring up at the darkened sky that is about to open up at any moment and start pouring. The wind has picked up and the cool breeze that preludes the rain is refreshing on my face, especially since I am hot from running around a playground for the last … More Jack of Hearts
The picture is grotesque in its nature, yet beautiful in the depth of what it captures. In it, we see the small glimpse of a man in the most vulnerable state of his entire existence, an existence that is soon to be over, done at his own doing. He is captured in mid air, like … More The Falling Man
The affair only lasted three months, or so she says. Hotel rooms were booked in different parts of town with prepaid Visa cards so as to not show up on any trail if the husband were to go sneaking around. Cash was trashy, she insisted, as I tried not to laugh at the oxymoronic nature … More Sex, Lies, and Matches
Teachers are heroes, and we don’t need to even argue that point. To do so tells me that you don’t have a clue what a teacher really does. To say that a teacher doesn’t see the madness of the American education system and still chooses to go to work everyday, only implies that people don’t … More Teachers are Heroes
Last week was my birthday. I turned the boring age of forty-six, a year that really doesn’t mean much of anything. It is just a number, attached to a year, to signify how long I have been alive, but to me, this is my tipping point. This year begins the second side of my season, … More The second side of seasons
Somewhere behind the veil of the dream, the curtain that separates the people and the performer, stands the dancer. He or she will graciously ready the body, move it through space as they prepare to move the audience through emotion. The entirety of their existence has been based on emotion, happiness and sadness, the ecstasy … More The dancer that will not die.
Four years ago today something happened, and I can not tell you what. All I can tell you about the event is that it happened to occur on July 26, and that it was such an important event that I chose to celebrate it, even four years later. Sure you can call it an anniversary … More Happy Anniversary
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