Purpose & Audience

As I approach another semester of teaching, I wonder, like every year, how much more difficult it’s going to be to relate to my students. How much pop culture do I need to brush-up on before heading into lectures? Last year, I learned about twerking and then I penalized the students who told me about…

Mine Alone

I scheduled my road-trip so that I could return the day before the first day of summer, my father’s 60th birthday. I also needed to be back in Maine to do the haying on my grandfather’s land that I’ve done for the last five years. I’ve made it clear how I feel about possessions. I…

Pulling Out

I pulled out of Maine on the first day of spring. For three months, I spent most of my time behind the wheel of a vehicle that seemed ready to quit. The transmission slips and it’s burning through fluid. It’s been doing this for over a year. I barely got it from the middle of…

Words

Twenty years ago, on my 14th birthday, I felt a breast for the first time on a bus heading home from a junior high wrestling meet. One of the managers sat with me and said, “Let me see your hand.” She put it in her shirt and I sat there wondering what to do. Was…

Survival

Lately, because I’m spending so much time in the woods, I’ve been brushing up on survival techniques and seeking out new information—water, shelter, fire. It’s been a hard winter, so far, and the end seems ridiculous to think about as each day seems colder than the first day of the season. In twenty-below weather, I’ve…

Sabbatical

Say mister, can you spare a dime? Some change could make a change Could buy some time Some freedom Or an ear to hear my story It’s all I’ve got My fiction beats the hell out of my truth A palm upturned burnt blue –From Kiss the Bottle by Jawbreaker (Covered remarkably by Lucero) A…

Reg’lar

A new semester is well underway, things are falling into place, and I’ve been given the time to write this sermon for your Sunday amusement. Some of you, however, may be disappointed if you attended church today as there’s no better comedy than a room full of elderly women moaning, Jesus. Oh… Jesus. My rhythm…