I lost my chit recently. No, that’s not a typo. Although to be fair, I have seen people lose their shit over losing their chit. And the truth is I didn’t really lose it. It’s just no longer good chit. Who really wants chit that’s no good? For the uninitiated, chits are, in this case, […]
I had just secured Michael’s KangaRockaRoo in the back seat of my Nissan when I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Excuse me, young man.” I turned and saw a woman who was clearly in her late 60’s or early 70’s. She wore a heavy coat, hat, mittens, and a scarf. All well-suited to the
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As I walked out to my car, juggling coffee, lunch and books, I sensed something was wrong before I saw it. Flat tire. I briefly considered just trying to air it up and even turned on my air compressor. But I knew better. For some reason that only the universe understands, the passenger side rear
To touch without destroying. To see without changing. To feel without hurting. To explore without spoiling. Let these accomplishments be the heritage of men to come.
“So tell me about the first time someone called you n****r,” I said. My lunch companion paused and got a far-away look in his eyes. “That’s an interesting question,” he said. Del thought for a while before he answered. He and I have lunch together at least once a week. We frequently discuss political and
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As the nurse wrapped the rubber tube around my arm, she saw my ID badge. “You work at the Center?” she said. She tapped my inner arm to make the veins stand out. “Yes, I do,” I answered. I was grateful for the distraction. I hate getting my blood drawn. “Well God bless you. You