If anything qualifies me for fish-out-of-water status in academia, it’s confessing to being a Donald Trump supporter. You see, I am an academic redneck, that one person in the group of college instructors at the upscale Japanese restaurant silently wondering if the sashimi would be better if it were fried and served with French fries, […]
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Parents pose you for Facebook and Instagram as they did after your first oatmeal-spattered funny-faced e-scrapbook close-up way back in pre-9/11 America. Dressed regally in tuxedo and tulle Boy’s bowtie carefully matched to girl’s gown. Like a pricey pubescent pram, a rented limousine whisks you away to a Disney Prince and Princess fête that bores
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On a Trip to See Fall Leaves, September 2015 (for my husband) So it’s settled then. Some fall day I’ll come back here venture up a granite hill scatter the ashes of you, three golden retrievers, a first wife I never knew at this place so aptly named. I’ll look across to acknowledge the silent
An ethical dilemma: Do I switch channels, ditching rain-delayed Daytona, abandoning poor orphaned Junior before he safely rounds Turn Four for the final time, that deadly curve that claimed his daddy back on 2/18/01? (Let us bow our heads in a moment of silence for the Intimidator.) Or do I stay with Dale till Victory
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