I think this is the story. But it’s a story from when I was a kid so it could be wrong. But I think this is the story: We were on a raft in the Snake River in Wyoming. Mom, Dad, Bill, Nick and me. There was a raft guide and some nondescript strangers. The […]
Wokesgiving part 3
An uncle at Thanksgiving: I’ve been reading your blog. Me: I regret everything I’ve written.
Wokesgiving part 2
Mom: There’s a typo in your blog. Me: I have like five hundred blog posts. Sometimes I make typos. Mom: Also the first Thanksgiving wasn’t in Virginia. Me: Well we were talking about Virginia last night I don’t know. That’s not really the point of the post. Mom: But as a writer that’s your job. […]
A few years ago I was in Barcelona with my parents. (I spent the year teaching English there. They came to visit. Etc. Etc.) My mom spoke a little Spanish. My dad, almost none. One afternoon my dad went out for a walk and came back with… a haircut. My mouth fell open. But… what […]