Sometimes it is when I think I am happiest that I miss you the most.

Why I Stayed

Tuesday, September 9, 2014 1 No tags Permalink 0

It shocks some people who don’t know me well, but I am a huge professional sports fan. MLB, NBA, NFL, and even NHL (at least during the playoffs) - I follow it all. Perhaps “follow” is not a strong enough term - I obsess. I keep up with the beat writers on Twitter. I participate ...

Two Years and Four Months Ago, In Medias Res

Monday, July 28, 2014 0 No tags Permalink 0

Tuesday, April 3, 2012 I am driving to the hospital, and I am feeling guilty. Yesterday, I ignored a voicemail from an unknown number. My father suffered a ministroke on Sunday, and I couldn’t bother to listen to the message. It is his third hospitalization in a year. I arrive to a quiet room. My dad looks ...

Hunter and Gatherer

Sunday, May 1, 2011 1 No tags Permalink 0

I look at a fresh piece of paper. I open a new document. I stare and wait for the words to come flowing out of me. And I’m stuck, horribly, painfully stuck. I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt and frighten me – the idea that I’ve lost the part about me I loved most and made ...

When I Was Under You

Sunday, January 9, 2011 0 No tags Permalink 0

Reposted out of nostalgia, not for the person but for my innocence. Part 1. Originally written May 26, 2002. "I love the way you walk." Startled, I looked at him. I have gotten used to the staring, but I am not sure his random comments will ever fail to surprise me. "What are you talking about?" I ...

Busted Tires and Broken Hearts

Sunday, January 9, 2011 0 No tags Permalink 0

A few years ago, the adage “bad things come in threes” was proven true in the most inconvenient way imaginable – three flat tires in the span of three weeks. Each incident was marked with a frantic phone call to my father, who dutifully rushed to my rescue. Watching him change my punctured wheel, I ...

20/20

Saturday, January 8, 2011 0 No tags Permalink 0

Originally written December 10, 2009. Posted with minor revisions. "So how do you like them?" my mom asked nervously. I was seven and had just been outfitted for my first pair of glasses. An elementary school teacher, she was familiar with the possible teasing I would face. "They’re great," I exclaimed. "I can see!" She smiled, confident ...

P3RV

Thursday, September 23, 2010 1 Permalink 0

[ Source]The other day, a young punk in a BMW drove by with a vanity plate that read "PEN15." I rolled my eyes at his immaturity and expressed my outrage. "What a pervert." Later on the road, I saw another car with the license plate "SMWHRE." "Oh, great!" I remarked to my mom. "Look:  S&M whore!" Before I ...