I once made a bindle and ran away from home up this road. I don’t remember what awful domestic injustice led to this action, or which cartoon convinced me I needed an actual bandana-tied-to-a-stick bindle to carry my things. I think I was around 6 or 7 and the day was waning but I started the trek up the gravel road next to our old house, toward the hog barn and grain bin, completely unsure…
This song makes me want to lip sync to the mirror using my most pouty come-hither face. The one where I pretend I have Megan Fox’s mouth.
I heard Jennifer Chang read her poem “Again A Solstice” on the radio this morning. It’s wonderful. Listen here. Read here.
It took him a little while to be open to the idea of going out in the middle of a water minefield, but he eventually decided he could dig it. Can I just add that Mt. Juliet’s Splash Day at Charlie Daniels Park is adorable? We had all kinds of super nice church folk coming up to us and giving us water and icy pops all day long. I got warm fuzzies while eating a…
This song just came on the radio and I could see it changing Holden’s life instantly.
People who call you out for having low self-confidence/esteem are often the same people who will behave in ways toward you that make you question your self-worth.
“You are a total guy,” a friend recently said to me. He wasn’t being pejorative and I couldn’t really dispute the notion. The older and more ornery I get the more I tend to act like a stereotypical dude, with my careless potty mouth and quiet but constant aggression. I’m not necessarily happy about it but I’m not necessarily fighting it either. Especially since I am not even sure what it means other than I…
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