The Girl with the Paper Rose* There’s a mountain of anger in that small frame. Passion, fear, hate for the… Read more The Girl With the Paper Rose, or Why I Still Teach… For Now.
The Boy’s Smile There is an old mirror in the shower, pitted and scaled with age. Every time… Read more The Boy’s Smile
The House on Bar Street It was Summer at the house on Bar Street, and at five or six… Read more The House on Bar Street
I’ve struggled with what this blog is supposed to be. It’s been too serious, dealing with problems our country and… Read more It’s Time for The Purge – 306
Background A few months ago a writer’s group I all too infrequently get to attend (shout out to my lads… Read more Reality Bites