Ms. Haft Was Wrong: Words Have Meaning

Ms. Haft Was Wrong: Words Have Meaning

I haven’t a clue how she kept her job… I was a junior and in love with writing and with science and, along with every other testosterone-sick guy in school, with Ms. Haft. She was freshly graduated from college and giddy. She wore her hair long and her skirts short....
The Bucket List Lost

The Bucket List Lost

Weeks before my Father died, he called me to the couch. “Denn,” he said. “My whole life I’ve had these things that I would do if I knew I had only six months to live.” He went on. “Now I’ve got two or three, and I can’t...
Does The Devil Know Your Name?

Does The Devil Know Your Name?

“When things don’t go well,” he said, “I leave the room and find a place to pray. Sooner or later god will tell me what to do.” Then he smiled as if I was supposed to accept this overtly religious and silly answer. This is the kind of holy thing that holy men do and, once done, they bask in the holy glow.

We’re Not Slave Drivers, You Know!

We’re Not Slave Drivers, You Know!

I expected the seas to part. I absolutely expected lots of yelling. At the very least, I expected to be dragged to the truck by my ear. But Mom and Dad just looked at each other. They probably winked. “Fine.”