on a glimpse into the future

April 16, 2011

I cannot help how I’ll misrepresent this place to you. I’m afraid I know no other way. I’ll try, I will, but I’ll fail, as I always do, to explain why the closer we get to Cleveland the more awkward I’ll become. I’m ashamed of this shame, I am. Mine was a happy childhood- I [...]

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on running

March 22, 2011

                        I run not just to soothe my golden retriever soul, not just to chase down whatever conceptual or emotional problem scrambles my brain, not just to fall in sync with that carefully selected song or simply to fade away and find myself three, [...]

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on the death of a parent

March 10, 2011

This isn’t the story of how, at age 34 and two days into mourning the loss of my Mother, I found out I was half Jewish. Let’s stay on track, okay? This isn’t about that, not yet at least. It’s about the funeral. So let’s pretend you’re there on that miserable January day, trudging through [...]

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up a hill without a diaper

March 7, 2011

Let’s face it: we’re good. Four months in and we’ve got this parenthood gig down. We even know Charlie’s cries: The Whine and Cheese Cry – a simple annoyance. Kid’s bored and needs a good belly tickle, a foot rub, or a stroll around the block. This is pure attention craving. The Do Your Job [...]

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on the b-sides narrative

March 5, 2011

You’ve already heard the A-Side, the story of the sheltered Presbyterian-raised Midwestern boy who leaves behind his insulated world and moves from city to city, adept at avoiding conflict, at ease amongst strangers, and in search of anything and everything. You’ve memorized that story- if not this one then some variation. You know about how [...]

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last pay phone in america

March 5, 2011

(Published in Spring ’10 Issue of The Portland Review) “Look,” I said, staring at the dealer’s car-shaped nametag, “Doug. I’ll make this easy. I want you to sell me the biggest lemon on the lot.” His tie must’ve been strangling him. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his suit pants, shoulders curled toward [...]

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