Dear Facebook,  

I’d been hating myself for sticking around, as if you were some loser boyfriend lying around and never emptying ashtrays but constantly bombarding me with the latest baseball score or get rich quick scheme.  I was first annoyed at you be… Read full post »

"There are no boundaries online.  I won't teach [College Writing] online because there are not any boundaries," my friend exclaimed last week. 

I am not sure if I refrained from contradicting her because a) I have been to enough Al-Anon meetings to believe I can create my own boundaries if… Read full post »

I hold an M.F.A. in Creative Writing and am therefore qualified to:

1.  Teach Composition I

2.  Only pay the interest on my student loans

3.  Take criticism.

For some reason, I’ve forgotten the value of number 3.

I’ve been working on a… Read full post »

The Blue Pain

           I was still in love with in when I felt the angel wings growing from my shoulder blades.  I was ferociously in love with him when I hid his wallet under the pile of trash on the bathroom floor.  The water stains/… Read full post »

Lance Johnson with his brown curls curling off a neck always tan from working on cars.  Not just his own green-blue-always-waxed Buick Regal, but sometimes Mac’s bondo gray Oldsmobile too, or any girl’s car with an oil tank worth checking.  Worth che/… Read full post »

My parents were still hippies when I was four years old, and the absence of a television rendered me ill-equipped for nursery school in 1978.  Later, my inability name my favorite character from Scooby Doo would expose the first raw nerves of shyness, and I remain forever grateful to my parents/… Read full post »