At 16, Nick is old enough now that he’s more of a renter in the house than someone who really needs parents. When it comes to regular, every-day activities—washing, eating, doing laundry—he does it on his own. He’d developed his routines and spends much of his time after school alone…
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Everyday toward 5 p.m., I sat at the back window of my spartan apartment at 823 E. 42nd Street and stared down the line of fence that separated the backyards on the adjacent streets. The scene was always dark green, the weed trees and oaks and hickories shading the yards…
5 CommentsbioStories is a serious, professional, and highly regarded literary magazine. They have published my creative nonfiction essay, “Disappearance,” in their current edition. “Disappearance” occurs at the intersection of hard work, social class, racial animus, misogyny, and redemption. I hope you will take a few minutes to read the essay on the bioStories website.…
2 CommentsFamily relations have always been difficult for me. My immediate family is not close. When mom and dad moved out of Kansas City in 1983, we all went our separate ways. I remember I felt a kind of relief. No longer were these people around to hold me back, tell…
One CommentA friend of mine asked the other day how he could make jokes when reality has become the joke. He referenced the recent turn in American politics in which absurdity and nonsense has gained traction—to the point where millions of people actually believe the outlandish statements of the political candidates, who…
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