Another year, another Christmas without my dad. Next year, it will officially be a decade since he died. Ten Christmases. Back in 1995, when I was ten, I believe dad still lived in Montana. I can't even remember what I received for Christmas that year. Actually, wait. Now that I think of it, I believe … Continue reading Life Stories: Dad’s Weird Christmas Gifts
Category: Nonfiction
Life Stories: The Shake
From 1997-1999, my time in middle school was a medicated hellride full of fuck-yous and defiance as I tried my best to become the Stone Cold Steve Austin of Greenfield. I fought authority Monday through Friday with the prescribed tag team of Paxil and Depakote, feeling like an invincible ball of charismatic fat as I … Continue reading Life Stories: The Shake
Pseudo Parenting
In a legal and literal sense, my oldest friend is still a father. Unfortunately, about four years ago he gave in to the mental peer pressure of his meth-addled demons and fell off the minivan, losing more than his fair share of teeth in the process. On the way to his new life of becoming … Continue reading Pseudo Parenting
Life Stories: Third Birthday
When recalling memories of being a toddler, you'll often meet people who can remember being one or two years old. In some instances, you'll even meet somebody who claims to have memories of being an infant. My memory well runs dry once I dig deep enough to reach 1988, when I was three years old. … Continue reading Life Stories: Third Birthday
Nita
It's been two weeks to the day since I discovered my grandmother dead in her bedroom. Like every night before bed, I used the bathroom and checked on her afterward. If I could see her chest moving up and down, I knew she was still alive. However, looking at her, at the shell that struggled … Continue reading Nita
The Follies of a Postmodern Xennial 