Many years ago, a navy chief warrant officer said to me, “Walker, all it takes to erase a thousand ‘attaboys’ is one ‘Aw, shit.’” What he was telling me in his gruff, salty way was that no matter how much good someone does, a single poor performance can wipe it all away, at least in […]
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Quite a few years ago, when I first read Stephen King’s excellent book On Writing, I thought about how cool it would be to have as many rejection slips as King, the ones he talks about collecting in a desk drawer. Submit a story, get a refusal, into the drawer it goes, out with another submission.
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The lights go down, I’m eleven once again, and it turns out time has decided to be my friend. For five minutes, late arrivals flout unspoken rules of punctuality and search in vain for seating. When it starts, it’s the same. It’s also different, if I stop to think about it, a thing I try
The visitation line queues all the way to the parking lot, meandering its way through cologne, cigarettes, wet August heat, and the stink of starched mourners on their best funeral behavior. We wait to pay respect. You, being experienced in these rituals, scribble our names in a journal, proof we care and came here. It’s
Sometimes, life happens, whether we want it to or not. Filled with optimism, we make grand plans and promises, setting out to take on the world in our own inimitable way. Soon, however, reality sets upon us, barging in with a vengeance, and we end up missing the mark. The reasons vary. We oversleep, forget,
It’s that time of year again. During the holidays, we gather with family, friends, and pets. We hang out with folks we haven’t seen since last year, don sweaters that have inexplicably shrunk over the past eleven months, and eat and drink like we have no sense of propriety. The end of the calendar year
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