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Egomet reminiscor. Sed eae res fugiunt Pui memoriam, qua de causa fabulas bis narrates diligit. Tum tamen fibula vera est, non solum opus memoriae.* - from Winnie Ille Pu Somehow I’ve made it through...
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“Aw, motherfucker!” I shouted, briefly forgetting that my not-yet-4-year-old daughter Stella was in the car. We were very late, but police had closed the road ahead. Given the storms from last night,...
View ArticleBody and Soul (or, “Ninja Tattoos are Extra Bad Ass”)
Last night, I had a dream I’d just gotten half my torso covered with a tattoo. I immediately regretted this, because in my dream I also had a huge back piece, possibly of a caged tiger, and this was...
View ArticleI’m Super, Thanks.
I’m not crazy about the beach. It’s hot. It’s sunny. It’s sandy. I chafe. But, with kids frequently comes vacation inertia, and the beach has become the leisure of least resistance, despite the...
View ArticleOn Centrifugal Christmas Trees, Artificial Turf, and Shaping the Post-War World
It used to throw off sparks. Not big ones, but like the sparks from an empty cigarette lighter. Presumably, this was by design and not some overlooked safety issue. In retrospect, it’s probably a good...
View ArticleThe Ringer
“I’ll move a guy to a different shift. Don’t worry about it,” the Lieutenant said. “I’m happy to put you wherever you want. That’s four hours I don’t have to pay him.” With a phone call, my time slot...
View ArticleKrull Summer
Plunging Fully Into the Meese Hole of Adulthood I have an essay in Scene Missing Magazine about the intersection of YMCA summer camp, the 1983 sci-fi flick Krull, and guys yelling in their basements...
View ArticleDr. King Has a Cure for Death: a 4 Year-Old White Girl on Black History Month
When I take my daughter, Stella, to the playground, we sometimes walk over to the county’s tennis center across the parking lot. She calls this “watching tennis,” but, mainly, she just wants to scale...
View ArticleSubtil
I had never known Whit to be a prankster, but nothing else explained why there was what appeared to be a medium-sized snake hanging limply in a very conspicuous place in my apartment. Very funny, Whit....
View ArticleHammer of the G_ds
We come from the land of the ice and snow, from the midnight sun where the…something…something…hammer of the gods… Hammer of the Gods: rock journalist Stephen Davis would later borrow this phrase from...
View ArticleThe Banality of Hospitality
While I’ve had my moments when it comes to thoughtful gift-giving, for the most part, I’m not always great at picking out presents for friends and family. But, to my credit, I’ve never given any as...
View ArticleKrull Summer
When I look back on childhood, I realize that some of the best memories I have are from summer camp. There were the pillow fights, the scavenger hunts, the dance at the girls’ camp across the lake, and...
View Articlethe Reindeer Hunt
I recently performed a holiday story for City Cafe on 90.1 WABE, Atlanta’ NPR Station. Stephannie Stokes did a fantastic job putting this together. Are You a Reindeer? Living Out My Sci-Fi Mall...
View ArticlePassing Through Nature to Eternia
“You’ve lost, He-Man!” Skeletor laughed, his jawbone rattling like a gate hanging from its last hinge. “I’ve got you now!” Well, technically, Beast Man had him. With the bullwhip. Again. That was...
View ArticleDuckbusters at Dragon Con
Me, rocking a sweet Merge Records t-shirt while reading my story “Back Off Man, I’m An Ornithologist” before an appreciative and probably half-tipsy crowd at the Solve for X Variety Show at Dragon Con...
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A tale of Salty Seduction at the mall, performed as part of the Solve for X Variety Show at the 2016 Atlanta Science Festival. (Skip to about 7:45. Or not. Rachel is great and charming, as per usual.)...
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