“I Think I’m In Love”
I have never been what you could call a Beck fan. (As for Beck’s, well, that would be a different matter.) Ever since the day in my freshman year at coll...
Category: the writing life
Yes, I failed. No, I am not a failure.
Today was the submission deadline for the Loft Literary Center’s Mentor Series. I have known about this program, and the deadline, for nearly two mont...
Tears in my beer
I knew I was dangerously short of sleep when I broke down weeping while reading an article about Leinenkugel Brewing’s newest product, a 8.9% ABV India ...
She’s My Cocaine
I am occasionally reminded more or less forcibly why I can never be a critic. I like things. I can be a fan, a gushy fan even. But I can’t quibble the wa...
“Barbara Allen”
The turkeys. The turkeys are gobbling something fierce this morning. Up in the narrow strip of woods between the urban highway I walk along and the upscale...