I’m a social justice warrior. Students have called me that, insultingly. Fine. That’s what I am. I believe that we need social justice in America and I will fight for it. I have been that[…]
Category: memoir
Day 131: A story
I was thinking about a friend of mine the other day. Well… I once had this friend. This is a story. In high school, I had some weird social shifts, the first being my friends[…]
Day 125: The Legacy of Boba Fett
The image above is the Boba Fett Disney Infinity figure Julie bought for me on Wal-Mart super clearance. $3 if you want to cop one and join the cool people. I love Boba Fett. Many[…]
Day 123: The Scars Remind Us That the Past is Real
I promised myself when I started blogging again that I’d be honest and share things the way I would have before I got scared away from blogging, so today’s post is one of those moments.[…]
Day 119: Like Suicide
I used to have a friend named Ben. He’s lost in time, one of the people who I lost track of when high school ended. But one day, circa 1994, I was sitting in the[…]
Day 117: The Fare went up to 100 dollars and we can never go home again
A long time ago– I think it was even before I started blogging again, so it might have been an overgrown Facebook post– I wrote about the sentiment of “going home.” They say you can[…]
Day 100: Seriously? 100 days? On tenacity.
A pair of quotes to start keeping it 100: “What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?/You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed” -El P, Run the Jewels 3:[…]
Day 99: 99 Problems (a list throwback)
The last time I maintained a regular blog was for a WRA 150 class I taught at Michigan State which I themed around the ideas of lists and tagging. I used High Fidelity, and I[…]
Day 92: Getting Older
A little over a week ago I went to get an eye exam. For those of you who don’t know, I was diagnosed as diabetic approximately six months ago, so this was my first diabetic[…]
Day 78: Worth
Two days ago I shared a part of an old essay here. I don’t think the essay is going to see print (total honesty: I submitted it to a collection edited by some friends from[…]
