My boss is the president of a nonprofit organization and her husband is a long-haired guitar playing professor of business. They have two beautiful daughters and live in a gorgeous yellow house in the Highlands with exposed brick walls and a 2nd story deck that he built. There are musical instruments lying around everywhere and […]
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the greatest hoodie that ever lived, and it was mine for 4 days
This morning I dropped off Natalie at her improv class with Alec at Walden Theatre. Oddly, it wasn’t the first time I’d been back to Walden since high school, but it still held that feeling of nostalgia. Doubly strange was the fact that although Natalie’s not my kid, in a way she still represents the […]
Read more...paisano means friend
In my excitement to go over the next bit of my life’s adventure, I neglected to write about a sizable portion of what I’ve been up to these past few weeks. My last day at UofL was August 28th. Everything before that is largely irrelevant. I left with zero fanfare. As much as I might […]
Read more...why it says DUFFER on my sweatshirt
I’m going to arrive at AmeriCorps PSO training a fucking walking biohazard. In Louisville, I biffed it hard in the parking lot outside the airport terminal and scraped a few layers of dermis onto the curb. I hobbled in, blood staining a little circle through my pants on my left knee, right next to the […]
Read more...too many places I’ve got to see
Recently, I had a change of heart. More accurately, I had a change of mind. My heart has been telling me for awhile that a year in a half in a dank basement office is a year and a half too long, but my head was having trouble rejecting the free tuition that came with […]
Read more...in which our hero goes to some dark places
It is no longer a secret that last weekend, my grandfather backed over the family dog with his truck. To be fair, it was entirely an accident and he feels terrible. My grandfather feels terrible, that is, not the dog. The dog probably felt pretty bad at the time, but it’s a she. Was a […]
Read more...so bitter and so sweet
I used to hate Joni Mitchell. My dad would play Blue and I would go on and on about her terrible, harpy voice. Even at seven, I could concede that she was a great songwriter—alright Dad, I’ll give you that, but her voice! I’d do my best Joni Mitchell warble, somewhere between a yodel and […]
Read more...would you be mine, could you be mine
I’ve had some interesting folks live in the apartment across the breezeway. When I first moved in, it was a group of young, black guys and I’m 90% sure they were drug dealers. I came to this conclusion not based on racial stereotype, but based on the fact that late at night, nearly every night, […]
Read more...this is not Nam
I think it’s the water. Or, not the water exactly, but the tube that pipes the water into the industrial coffee maker we have in the kitchen at work. Possibly it’s the Maxwell, but I’d like to give the company more credit than that. Either way, whatever the cause, the women who drink the office […]
Read more...a start
Homer Collyer took care of the funeral arrangements. It was not entirely unexpected, when Mother passed, and her funeral arrangements seemed like a simple and manageable task compared to the inheritance. Homer knew that he and his brother Langley would still be dealing with all they’d inherited long after they’d dealt with the grief surrounding […]
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