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Haunting

I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe that wicked work cannot be hidden.

De-Centering Prayer

I’ve peed behind dumpsters, on beaches, in alleys, gardens, parking lots, yards—and yet I was here, in this bathroom, I-can-pee-anywhere-ing in a space created for people who can’t.

The Disappearing Barber

Herb has long since retired. Where his barber pole once hung there’s now an upscale Vietnamese joint that does light lunches and dinners.

Heat

It’s too hot to move.

Behold the Pine Cone

Fire is a dirty thing. Petulant, wild, prone to fits.

This Old House: Things I Learned Time Traveling

It is in the repetitive ritual of opening and closing the house each day—unrolling the broken shade by hand, wrestling with the deadbolt on the warped front door, seeing age—that I find inexplicable revelations.

This is Wrong: Teaching in the Age of School Shootings

This is Wrong: Teaching in the Age of School Shootings

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Saint John once wrote that perfect love casts out fear. I beg to differ.

Can You Keep a Secret?

Can You Keep a Secret?

I can still remember the first time I lied to my parents. I was seven years old and was obsessed with Indiana Jones.

How To Talk To Attractive People (Just Kidding I Have No Idea)

How To Talk To Attractive People (Just Kidding I Have No Idea)

“So I see you enjoy burritos…” I would say and then stare at my shoes. “ And I observe that you are also wearing… [squinting] shoes… very cool…”

Me and My Book

Me and My Book

No one believes it. I didn’t believe it, until I grabbed the bumper, tried to lift, and realized I didn’t even know how to grip the thing. I’m writing about an experience I still don’t fully understand, and the sharing of it is even more incomprehensible.

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