At Least They're Committed

Yup. That’s what the ultrasound gal told your parents and Aunt Maddie. “It’s a boy.” Sometimes it’s tough to tell, she said, because (as with your Uncle Darian) the babies cross their legs. But you, Desmond (or Dezmond, they’re still deciding), were showing off, just like your Uncle Dante did. You’re strong and well-developed and enjoyed… Read more

Beautiful Colorado night: Peach and purple clouds dancing as the sun skirts behind the Rocky Mountains. The hose spurts impure water onto my little shoots of wildflowers and yet I smile, cocking my head at this new birth, new growth. DSII steps out from inside, “Mom, a violent part is coming up.” I smile wider… Read more

It’s social media 101: Even if you use another identity, you’re still you. Anything you say can and will be held against you. Therefore, even though I don’t care who knows what about me and I never write on here about specifics at home or details at work, I always speak under the assumption that… Read more

Smoothing out the bright yellow comforter over the bed, the thought struck me like a bullet to the head, “You’re missing the question,” it said. “Who is God?” I stood then, puzzled, although I well understood what it meant. For more than 15 years I’ve regaled and amused people with my story about being fired from… Read more

I believe my dreams were quite average last night — a nice switch from the past few nights in the calaveras room. I suppose I ought not be surprised by the vivid, haunting, twisted dreams since I have the room decorated with colorful skeletons and a framed feature on La Muerte. But, man, my sleep has been fucked up. Putting… Read more

Sprung early after moving into my new, amazing office with a window, but planning to return to bring my plants and decide what art stays and what goes. Dear Grandchildren I Guess I Might Get to Know After All, just a quick positive update heading into a long Memorial Day weekend. Planning to get the spare… Read more