“Pygmy Darts” was the worst, though it made no sense. “Smelanie” was next, because I didn’t. A friend some time ago suggested I write on derogatory names, things like “redneck” and
Category: Memoir
It’s a Beautiful Noise
A cavern was hardly the place I expected to have my soul stirred by music–or to admire genius. But there it was, deep in the Luray Caverns, delicate music, almost like lace, accompanied
Of Elevators and Pews
You might say today’s homily began with an elevator pitch. The priest asked us to think about what we or others do in an elevator–read the operation license, watch the lights move from floor to floor, check our phones,
Mourning the Lost Right to Privacy
Today was my first visit to a new dentist. The calendar said 2012, but it sure felt like 1984. As soon as I arrived, I was asked for my insurance card and my