Finding My Baby Loons Or, How I Learned to Stop Overthinking about Otis Redding
I am a lot like Otis Redding. Except that I don’t sing R&B professionally. And I'm white. And not dead. Ok, I’m going to start over now. I’ve had a…
Getting My Father Out of a Ketchup Bottle
I meant to write about our last summer vacation as soon as we got home but, well, things never go as planned. At least that’s what a lot of annoying…
A Hastily Made Tribute to Hastily Made Costumes
Somehow Halloween costumes have become almost a competitive sport. As someone who doesn’t engage in cosplay, I totally blame cosplay. There’s no reasonable evidence for that opinion but luckily reasonable…
Tying Together Robert Frost, COVID, and Peeing
Well, not literally tying them together—that sounds like a graverobbing gone horribly, horribly wrong. Now that the pandemic is finally winding down, some people—by which I mean me—are reflecting on…
Foiled by Zucchini
My dreams of being a criminal mastermind were thwarted by zucchini when I was about eight. I mean, there was also a stupefying lack of foresight on my part but…