History teacher, writer, storyteller
Mayflies By David Bulley Jerry had to remind himself over and over to be careful with her. After ten years of marriage and three kids and more love and more crap than anyone should have to endure, this was the first time ever that Mary had come to the stream. He reached back a hand.
In Defence of the Online Bully
One of the most powerful rhetorical devices ever accidentally developed is the epistle. A message ostensibly intended for one audience, but read by another makes the other feel like an eavesdropper, as if they are accessing secret knowledge, not intended for them and therefore more true, more real than the direct approach. A person might lie to you, but we assume they would not lie to that other person or that other group. We are the spy, learning secrets. This approach bypasses our normal social filters and we learn often more than we intended by its use.
The Abject Cowardice of Concealed Carry
I grew up in what would now correctly be considered a toxically masculine culture. Casual homophobia and racism were part of my cultural landscape, as was fighting, bragging, guns, and hunting. To a sixteen-year-old me, there was no greater insult than to be accused of acting feminine, and no greater show of weakness than to back down from a physical confrontation. Almost as bad as the ultimate cowardice of running away from a physical confrontation, however, was to over-prepare: The euphemism of bringing a gun to a knife fight. By the honor code I lived by, this was unthinkable. In fact, most of the teen boys my age wore a belt knife every day, even to school. We engaged in serious fistfights without ever considering drawing the deadly weapon from our own belt.
In my days of squandered youth, I spent precisely One year as an anonymous henchman for An evil genius. His plan of destroying the earth by funneling all the
There was a famous griffin called the Sphinx who was a fearsome killer Waylaying travelers with a tough riddle Until Oedipus guessed correctly.
Circle of Light
And it was two AM or somewhere close. I stood on the northbound entrance ramp to I.95 heading further north, Homeward after some nefarious adventure.
But you knew Nessie was everywhere right? Try this: The next time you float over water More than 100 feet deep jump. Tread water or swim in circles, but just be.
An Open Letter to Louis C.K.
Dear Louis, This is about you, so bear with me while I extend a metaphor. When I was coaching high school sports, it was a laughably open secret that the sports teams who cheated the most, had the poorest sports, and were the most likely to intentionally hurt players on the opposite team were the Christian schools. I puzzled over this for a long time and resolved to solve this mystery. I observed carefully for a long time and eventually came to two conclusions: