Category Archives: Essay

Safe Word

Safe Word

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We’ll talk, talk, then we’ll play.more

Two-Step

Two-Step

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I might be making a mistake, but at some point you have to be ready to look foolish. I watch you step on beat, watch Shane spin you and smile. more

Boxelder Bugs

Boxelder Bugs

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Boxelder bugs swarmed the cinder block wall at our back while we waited for our ride. A few fluttered, struggling to stay aloft in the thick air, their orange-red wing veins flashing. I cupped my hands, gently caught one. more

Boldly Stay

Boldly Stay

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I clung to the hope these people brought into my life: hope for a future full of grace and dignity; hope for a future with endless possibilities and knowledge at my fingertips; and hope for a life beyond poverty and pain—that included endless mounds of chocolate and cups of Earl Grey. more

=/+ until they get punched in the mouth, boxing and cyber writing in America

=/+ until they get punched in the mouth, boxing and cyber writing in America

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Why, then, is it so grotesque to imagine writing about writers living lives and writing? I’ll tell you. It’s because no one wants to read about writers living lives and writing, least of all writers, who are the last readers. I’m told.more

Buoys

Buoys

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Florida was like a page of loose leaf. Nothing and everything possible simultaneously. more

 A Healing and Killing Lesson

 A Healing and Killing Lesson

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My father took a plastic bottle of motor-oil from the pantry and took me outside. “Go, and pour this under the tires,” he said (He sounded like the God of the Old Testament telling Moses “Go into Canaan, and slay all the men…”)more

To Have and To Hold

To Have and To Hold

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I was never the patient, never the one forced to grapple with what it means to lose a part of one’s body. I was never the survivor, just the placebo, the control in a world stripped of predictability.more

Shining the Shoes of the Shoeshine Man

Shining the Shoes of the Shoeshine Man

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I am a fool and would prefer to remain one. It beats the alternative. more

Sharon Tate Has Always Haunted My Dreams (On the Ending of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood)

Sharon Tate Has Always Haunted My Dreams (On the Ending of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood)

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Fair warning: I’m giving away the ending. I am going there, because that’s what the movie’s all about, and you should’ve seen it by now anyway. Like me, Tarantino grew up on B movies, drive-in movies, low-budget films with directors desperate enough to take creative chances to pull in an audience, often through shock andmore