From The Sun – August, 2004 And then there’s the paranoia… My crib, I’m sure, was too small and unsafe. A normal-sized child could easily have stuffed his head between the railings. Only my giant, oversized head saved me. I remember the countless hours I spent lying on my back, unable to roll over onto my stomach, staring at the asbestos-laden ceiling, watching the particles sifting down through my “Songbirds of the Central Midwest”…
From The Sun – December, 2004 Click here to read the story at The Sun (a fantastic ad-free magazine featuring thoughtful art and literature.) (This story-letter comes from a collection called, “Dear Dipshit: Letters to My Dumb Future Self.” Also included in the collection are, “So You Have Been Abducted by Aliens,” “So You Have A Bug Living Inside Your Body,” and “So You Lost A Limb.”)
From Lake Effect – Spring, 2013 I run into an old friend while rooting through a downtown salad bar… He is wearing a suit more dreadful than my own, a suit that makes me think he is still working in accounting. “How have you been?” I ask, because I have to say something. “I’m tired,” he says. And he tells me about his fourteen-hour days. “Really?” I say, and because I’m exhausted…