Deactivate

While busily sending thoughts and prayers to those afflicted by tragedy and suffering And liking the meme that perfectly encapsulates my political position while devastating the opposiiton And hashtagging for the cause And putting the trolls in their place in … Continued

So Apocalyptic

Let us run a thought experiment in which everything Evangelicals believe is actually true. Now let’s all set our secret decoder rings, aka The Book of Revelation, to see how this crazy world will all turn out. For those unfamiliar … Continued

Weighty Matters

While traveling in England, our group stopped at the ruins of Fountains Abbey. Truly an immense construct, the main building alone was the size of a cathedral. Taking into account its crumbling outbuildings, it covered a goodly amount of space. … Continued

Baby Driver

One night, Rhonda let me drive her car. Thirteen, and coming off a disastrous year in which my parents had gotten a divorce, an unheard of occurrence in my small, Baptist church, I’d struggled to find my way. But now … Continued

Red White and Feeling Blue

I’m sitting on a ridge in the Flinthills, watching the turbines on a wind farm do their thing. On the slope below some cows, probably Black Angus, graze on the spectacular shades of green still present after a spring and … Continued

Fear and Loathing in Dallas

Here’s the rule: In any hipster joint you have to employ one person over forty to cater to people like me. I was hipster before you were born dude. I have forgotten more beers than you and your handlebar mustache … Continued

Caffeine and Clarity

I frequent the sort of coffee place where everyone sits at the same spot each day. I recognize the faces; the barista starts my “usual” unless I request something different. The long communal table in the center is held down … Continued

KFC

Toward the end of the summer that lead into my ninth grade year, our neighbors the Gabas moved off the block.  Bobby Frampton gave up and went back to Compton, and Russell Bradley went back to Alabama, sent there by … Continued

Put it in a Letter

After my father died in January I had his mail forwarded to me.  There wasn’t much.  He was a long-retired mailman and an increasingly hermetic widower of seven years.  By August it had become a trickle of fundraising pleas from … Continued