Blogging five days a week is a real drag. Aren’t you all sick of my blog? I’m sick of my blog. We got back to Canada today. I could go on and on about how bloomin’ cold it is here, or how I miss the green winter lawns of my home state, or I could [...]

I’m apologising now for the fact that will soon be made known to you: This is going to be a short post. It is so draining to say goodbye to people I love. In the words of my mom…I can’t hardly stand it. I never knew I could love a human child like I love [...]

Well, it is finished. I have taken off two of my blogger friends’ blogs. I feel kind of sick inside; I’m generally a nice kind of person, and I don’t fancy kiboshing people I know and love. Alas…Emily and Tessa must have been too busy to post, so off they came. Still, I am a [...]

Poor Kyle had to fly down from Canada to drive me back there. I guess he thought I wouldn’t actually come back. What dear? Tomorrow’s high is supposed to be freezing? Oh, that’s nice. Mesa got rain today, and hail, too. It was very exciting. What’s that? You had to shovel yourself out of the [...]

A part of me has died. A rather large part of me. Matta’s. Gone. Closed. This is an outrage. How could they do this to me? How could they knowingly shut down the institution that made my life worth living? How could they close their doors and shut me off–cut me off–from the only chips [...]

I have struggled with poetry all my life. I don’t really like it. Don’t really need it. Nevertheless, my teachers in high school and college seemed insistent that I familiarize myself–but I think it is basically bogus. I can make anything poetic. And if anything can be poetry, why does the word “poetry” even exist? [...]

Here’s something people might not guess about me: I was wild in my youth. Not wild wild. I never had any desire to drink or do drugs (though there was a phase during my teenagehood that I considered planting a pack of cigarettes in my bedroom just so my parents would think I was wayward, [...]