Post One in the writing experiment “Bored With My Bad Self.” Please click here to start the essay with its prelude. Have you ever wandered into a group event, picked up a glass and a snack, and scanned the room for someone to talk to? Someone who gets you, whoContinue Reading
A scrim. It’s a theatrical device. Essentially a translucent piece of fabric, it’s usually employed to evoke specific feelings in the audience. Fog perhaps. A scene illumined by odd light and shadow. The dead of night. Times past. My memory works like a scrim. Things happened to me behind it.Continue Reading
Dear Cooper: As a guide son, you are flawless, that requisite dose of captivating cuteness mixed with a heaping helping of “I know exactly how to get you to do whatever I want.” Even if it is rock you for an hour (me) or carry you around in circles untilContinue Reading
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