Father’s Day
Don’t turn your back on me baby Don’t turn your back on me baby 1990. I was 12. It was hot and sticky and my father’s car didn’t have air conditioning, but it did have a tape deck and one … Continue reading
Don’t turn your back on me baby Don’t turn your back on me baby 1990. I was 12. It was hot and sticky and my father’s car didn’t have air conditioning, but it did have a tape deck and one … Continue reading
Ten years ago I sold my 87 Pontiac Sunbird for scrap, packed an army duffel, got on a plane, and landed in Los Angeles. The near-year I spent there encompassed some of the most fun I’ve had along with the … Continue reading
I’ve been working on a bit of exposition about racism in speculative fiction, but that’s been derailed by some ridiculous goings-on over at the group blog I participate in, Steel City Skeptics, on the subject of the local news being … Continue reading
Every time I see Cheney I think about the day his motorcade got me stuck on a sidewalk in Dupont Circle for just enough time to make me late, and his big smug face smirking from behind an insuficiently tinted … Continue reading
You were a library assistant at the Frankford branch of the Philadelphia Free Library in 1991 and the only one who would still deal with me after I told the nosy head librarian to “go home and pet your forty … Continue reading