This Is What You Taught Me

You taught me disappointment from expecting too much in a person. Continue reading “This Is What You Taught Me”

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No More Buttfucking

We were having lunch at a cozy Thai restaurant in a quaint suburb far west of the city when he said to me, “I came to Christ.”

Looking up from my Tom Kha Gai soup, spoon halfway to my mouth, I asked him if that meant he was fucking a priest behind my back. Continue reading “No More Buttfucking”

Chances Of Dying Are Something Percent

My mother scares me when she drives. She drives like a frightened foreign woman from a country where men subdue women, and her nervousness makes me nervous.

Where we are now is heading north on Manheim Road in her tinfoil-on-wheels Hyundai. Where we are going is O’Hare International Airport.

Hashtag ORD.

I have not flown in 18 years, and all I can think about are television images of commercial airline wreckage scattered across fields like tornado debris. Continue reading “Chances Of Dying Are Something Percent”

A Feast of Friends

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In Wham!’s iconic video of their hit song, “Last Christmas” (circa 1985), a bitter and despondent George Michael, upon arriving with friends at a cabin in the mountains, reminisces with melancholy over the woman to whom “Last Christmas” he gave his heart, “but the very next day [she] gave it away.” Continue reading “A Feast of Friends”

Thanksgiving Spirits

My small group at church is organizing a Thanksgiving party, and I volunteered to bring the “beverages.”

I may still have the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack on vinyl. I could bring that as well.

Hashtag-Charlie-Brown-Christmas. Continue reading “Thanksgiving Spirits”

Chances Of Dying Are Something Percent

My mother scares me when she drives. She drives like a frightened foreign woman from a country where men subdue women, and her nervousness makes me nervous.

Where we are now is heading north on Manheim Road in her tinfoil-on-wheels Hyundai. Where we are going is O’Hare International Airport.

Hashtag ORD.

I have not flown in 18 years, and all I can think about are television images of commercial airline wreckage scattered across fields like tornado debris. Continue reading “Chances Of Dying Are Something Percent”