How to Walk Your Demons

Every creative person has demons. Not just one, mind you. Usually a personal assistant or two with horns and a trident poking him in the keister. It took me a while to notice, but it’s true. I had to travel way outside the ordinary into the depths of the...

June

 They filter into the building. A steady stream of somber, peppered by an pattern of dress-code violations alternating with streams of text and music. I wish them good morning. They pack up hats and the headphones. It is June. Late June for school....

Pick Your Nose–We’re Out of Tissues

I’m out of tissues and hand sanitizer. Students are mad. I see this. “Miss, got any tissues?” I keep forgetting to bring in a new box–I have my stockpile on my homesteading shelf in my basement. Someone needs to text me at 5AM when I plan such...

Put the Glass Down

It’s been a busy year. I got a message from my friend, Andy–a story. Sometimes someone sends you a story that is just the right message at the right time. This is one of those stories. A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to...

“Have A Nice Summer UltraGorgon”

They called me Ultragorgon. Gorgons, I knew, were not so attractive.  Ultragorgons must be worse. We were the smart class. We could create compound insults. It was sixth grade. We had studied Greek mythology. Medusa, Zeus, the Sirens. “Have a nice summer,...

How a Rhombus Ruined my Relaxation

“Mom!” I can see we’re going to have the nightly bed struggle. I just sat down, fantasizing about relaxation. “I put you to bed, get back there.” “But I made you a rhombus,” said Declan, extending a white rhombus of paper. Oh,...