Honestly, I thought I meant more to Neil. For every orgasm, from his shady teenage fumblings in sullied sheets to the creation of both his sons, I was there. Always reliable. Plugging away. Doing my prostate thing.… more
Honestly, I thought I meant more to Neil. For every orgasm, from his shady teenage fumblings in sullied sheets to the creation of both his sons, I was there. Always reliable. Plugging away. Doing my prostate thing.… more
We die, he says. Utters that last syllable bombastically—spits it out with firework freshness, so much so that I swear I can see the concept of death colliding with his premature psyche, making its meteoric crater in the smooth terrain of his young and innocent mind.… more
What forty-three-year-old husband with a teen who just passed her written driver’s test and has only liberal arts colleges on her list to visit should be thinking about changing careers? And who is he to think any of this rumination will get him anywhere?… more
After her daughter was accepted into the top-ranked university in the country, my sister-in-law—ex-sister-in-law—took up the habit of disagreeing with me about things I wasn’t even trying to agree on.… more
What I’ve learned and am still learning is to be more lean. To always be trimming the fat and to only give the bare necessities. When I’m using a microscope instead of telescope is when I think I’m working at my best. … more
“Don’t you touch that!” Dad warned. But I licked my finger and stuck it to the electric-blue bug zapper anyway. Nothing happened. He said the same about the Teflon pan on the stove, the copperhead with a bulging belly.… more
Everyone says Samson is dumb as a rock, that he’d let Delilah braid his hair and tie him to the bedpost if she asked. Everyone laughs. Everyone has thought about tying Samson to the bedpost at least once.… more
I knew you were thinking about leaving so, I didn’t say, when the world ends, I’d like to survive it with you, and said instead, let me know if you ever get around to missing me.… more
I was suicidal and bored like every summer in Portland, barely alive. Jonathan had a blonde wife who wanted a new kitchen. I gave him head after he bought me a burrito from Taco Bell and before he told me his wife was pregnant with his third child.… more