Spring in Chicago. Rime of the Ancient Mariner and other falls from grace. The plight of most of the characters in Flannery O’Connor’s short stories. The book of Exodus. Ex-presidents in court. The plot of King Lear. Terrible productions of King Lear. That date. This grief. The sniffles. Acne. The erosion at the end of Birchwood Street. Haiti. That chicken dinner described at length in Rapper's Delight. Your perfect life. Addiction. The stock market. 2 Peter 3:4. The forecasted storm. Adolescence. Road trips. Middle school picture day. Exercise. Brennivín, the fermented alcohol of Iceland. 7th grade band concerts. Student papers on Anastasia. Faculty meetings. Class reunions. Team building exercises. Food poisoning. All those stories about dragons and magic wands when you don’t forbid fantasy writing in your 200-level fiction writing class. Cortisone shots. Bruises. Cleaning out a closet. Dieting. Navigating our healthcare system in the 2020s. Children’s birthday parties with no chaperones. Sophomores. Making any kind of candy that involves a candy-thermometer. When airlines flag you as someone who requires extra security-checks at the airport. The airport. Driving inbound on 290. Planning a field-trip. Grading text-marks. Dealing with Amazon’s customer service. Lent. Toddlers. The second draft.
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