Photo Credit: Flickr by ewout My brain this morning is unemployable, my hands shiftless and agitated. I sit staring at the aggressively...

In two days, I am going to be waking up in Dayton, Ohio–a lifelong dream. Bear with me here. There is a reason I am making this pilgrimag...

Right now it is spring break for me. Day seven of my ten days off of work. (This is one of the major benefits of working in education.) H...

Here is my six year-old dancing in a little cramped corner of my kitchen. He's actually pretty good. A couple of months after this wa...

During the winding days of the week, one makes plans for Saturday, until Saturday becomes, in everyone's minds, a shining oasis in th...

Photo Credit: Flickr by Cliff March 1, 1983. Our subject, born Tara Kathleen Gordon in 1975, recently came to the attention of the go...

So, recently they published my salary in the newspaper. They did this, I guess, so that, in the interest of transparency, all of the ci...

I just drove 548 miles with an unpaid stand-up comedian, a teenage maharajah, a mustachioed brigand and a Christian-phobic person who is try...

I have reached the stage of my blogging career where I am prostituting everything I write on virtual street corners. I say prostituting...

Photo Source: Flickr You know when you are just sitting around with people, casually talking and somehow you all start showing off you...

A recurring theme throughout my life has been that I don't quite "get it."  Despite all my best efforts and intentions, I ...

One of the travails of duck husbandry turns out to be travel. When we are planning to go out of town I inevitably end up realizing, with hor...

Do-over. If you know anything about my life history , you will know the thought of "do-overs" has occurred to me. One cannot liv...

I cannot think of anything coherent to write for you this Saturday, so, after torturing myself by attempting to wrap my mind around several ...

My family is different . I have discussed this at length in the past with you , so I won't belabor it again, but suffice it to say tha...

My mother , who is an otherwise mentally stable white woman of sixty-eight, with a liberal political and religious upbringing, has now taken...

It is 6 A.M., I am still clutching my first cup coffee, barely conscious, and tremendously vulnerable, perhaps half-asleep. So I am choosing...

Devin, 2006 I originally published this post back in December of 2010, when no one read my blog but my parents. I am publishing it agai...