Dreams and Mirages

I wake. Something’s not right. I’m annoyed with the world. I always wake happy. My glass replenishes. It should be at least half-full. It was the kind of dream where the world doesn’t work–not a nightmare, the type where nothing is as it should...

I Don’t Do Lines

I’ve come to the conclusion that life is about lines. There are so many lines in this world. Grocery lines, bank lines, lines of cocaine. Even virtual lines—printer cues, website holds, and “You’re next in line for customer service” on chat. “Next” always seems the...

Buy Donuts: Kids Hate Flaxseed Muffins

As it happens, I was too lazy to make flaxseed muffins. Our advisory has breakfast on Fridays. We take turns bringing in “food,” a.k.a donuts. I make jokes that there’s no police academy nearby, eat healthy food. I promise vats of scotch-oats or...