Originally this post was going to be all about teaching, and about a student who stood for all students, and how we, as teachers, can affect a life. But then life happened, as it does, and I put it off. Now, the election happened, and I must do something about how I feel or I … Continue reading A Wonderful and Terrifying Reality of Being a Teacher, and Why I Can’t Quit Now.
I remember, like so many others, exactly where I was when I heard the first plane was flown into one of the Twin Towers. I was sitting at my desk at my customer service job, answering phone calls, processing claims, and listening to The Howard Stern Show (very quietly). I remember there was some commotion … Continue reading 9/12/01 – Never Forget
I told you there would be more. First, I cannot stress how much the idea of something eating me alive bothers me. And not just in the logical “Something is killing me, I must live” basic response to that idea; it’s one of the legit fears that I have. I’ve had nightmares of being consumed by something, … Continue reading Bozeman, Part 2 – Bear Spray and Salmon Sandwiches
Let me start by saying I've only been in Bozeman for a day, yet I'm already in love with it. No I'm not working for Bozeman Tourism or trying to sell something, I just like this place. It's a funky little city with a quaint small town feel. On the outskirts of the city there are all … Continue reading Bozeman, Montana: Part 1 – A Study of Beautiful Inconsistencies
His name was Patrick and he was lost. And he wasn't just lost, he was hopelessly, frantically lost and no one saw him. He was running around the Merry-Go-Round in Funland, just inside the Boardwalk at Rehoboth Beach, among the sweaty throngs of shore dwellers who have long since left the sandy beaches, have gorged … Continue reading I Was a Lost Boy Too
"Dad, I'm Black like you." A simple statement from my son, spoken nearly a year ago. One born from a child's perspective on what it means to be Black or White. Sometimes, simple understandings are the truest ones. In this case, it was fortunately not true. He is not Black, like me. I am not … Continue reading The Hand We Are Dealt
New Year's Resolutions are painful lost causes whose place in history belong next to the dodo bird, Laser Discs, and Donald Trump. I hate resolutions with a passion and I will joyfully troll my friends who claim they want to try to turn their lives around on January first. We all know that most resolutions die … Continue reading My Spirit Animal Called Me A Fatass.