Essays

A masochist’s love letter

I love telling the story of my wisdom teeth. Anytime someone mentions a tooth extraction or dentistry mishap, I weasel my experience into...

The garden

I sat on a wooden stool in my garden one mid-September evening enraptured by an orchestra of crickets. They sounded louder...

The quick and the dead

I was 16 years old when my father asked me if I wanted to be a hero. The year was...

In defense of burning books and abalone

Some books should be burned. At least one book should be burned. That book should be Ulysses. THE WRONG...

A portrait of the small town as a young man

I turned off my phone and put it in my desk. I quit Facebook, and closed my email accounts. I deleted my LinkedIn profile,...

The hidden path

I called a good friend heartless this year. Who have I become? I’ve always prided myself on being a rational, reasonable person. I don’t offend...

‘Cold or not, God is present’

I think about the shoes. I think about the shoes; 60 of them, lined along the east bank of the Danube River in Budapest, Hungary....

Naked Belief

My favorite professors were the ones who’d set me up a space heater before I arrived. Even in the early fall months, just as...

A long ugly story

Sometime in the fall of 1979 I got a phone call from a friend of my older brother. He wanted to know if I...

The bikini

I remember the first time I felt fat. I was 7 years old, and so excited to spend the day at the pool. I...
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