No, not Vendetta
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No, not Vendetta
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Saturday Coffee
Hey there. I hope you’re doing okay.
Continue reading “Saturday Coffee”The Other Thing We Aren’t Supposed to Talk About at Dinner
They say that, in polite conversation, one shouldn’t talk about religion or politics. Over the past few years, I’ve talked about politics. Whatever made me think a July Fourth Sunday was a good day to talk about religion?
Continue reading “The Other Thing We Aren’t Supposed to Talk About at Dinner”Personal Pan Psychology
When I was in grade school, my parents would let me pick a place to go out to supper for my birthday. Most times I picked Pizza Hut. This was the 90s, which means one thing: personal pan pizzas and Coke Pepsi in the red cups.
Those Who Can’t Farm, Farm Celery
Last month my institution’s marketing team put together a congratulatory video for our graduates.
Continue reading “Those Who Can’t Farm, Farm Celery”Put Your Records On
Continue reading “Put Your Records On”But this didn’t feel like magic. It felt a lot older than that. It felt like music.
Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
Running In My Head 