For a Bad Time, Invite Me

They call it “The Curse.” Kids started begging me not to attend their games. Me! Their one fan. We didn’t get a lot of fans in those days because we’re regional and we didn’t win. “Casey! You’re cursed. Don’t come,...

Why This Teacher Hates Gum

Gum is evil. It’s something I didn’t understand in my younger days. Now I do. I used to think gum was good. When kids’ mouths are closed, I teach, kids listen. I used to use Jolly Ranchers for this. I’d give loud kids two Jolly Ranchers each. I...

I’m Not Looking for The Yes Man

“Tell me how you liked the book.” We sat in the professor’s parlor–about ten or twelve of us, a small history cohort. The professor was an old-style academic from the Midwest, who had completed his masters’ degree at the university where...

Don’t Sell Jesus in a Soup Kitchen

My parents worked for the church. Dad left banking and my parents started soup kitchens, writing grants, working with people, and trying to solve problems for those society left behind.  We moved. Since I couldn’t stay behind on my own, I went with my parents to a...