Stories from a Cantankerous Imagination
Steam Heat I wore a leotard, fishnet stockings, a blazer, and a top hat and danced provocatively with boys on a stage. FOR A PLAY, GUYS. For a play. First of all, let’s be real. Most musicals are not meant for children (lookin’ at you, Bob Fosse). They’re full of wildly inappropriate content and innuendo.... Continue Reading →
Rebel Without a Clue I ran away from my babysitter when I was eleven. My parents were at a meeting with a group of church members, and we kids were at the pastor’s parsonage next door. Two teenagers, a boy and girl, oversaw the little crew of kids ranging in age from toddlers to me,... Continue Reading →
***CRACKED RECOLLECTIONS BEGINS 12/1!*** At a recent trip to Savannah, Georgia, I was profoundly affected by an old cemetery I toured. It has had many lives since its inception during the Revolutionary War. It has been a Civil War battle ground, where occupying Union forces hid inside family tombs to stay warm. Graves have been... Continue Reading →
They say every generation has a major incident that defines their identity. For my generation, it was September 11th. My formative years happened in a bizarre stretch of time that's still draped in neon and pleather in my memory, a cultural and technological revolution you could feel happening. Y2K, hanging chads, AOL Instant Messenger, the... Continue Reading →
The rabbit is on alert. Nose flicking, eyes darting. Waiting. She was raised that way, to be hypervigilant, to trust nothing. She knows if the fox catches her, it'll be because she wasn't witty enough to evade it. She hops to the edge of the tall weeds. The mat of vibrant grass shimmers with beads... Continue Reading →
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