Confession: I have a “thing” for bookstores. This isn’t a new thing. I’ve had a thing for bookstores for as…
I have a confession to make: I am a cheapskate. I shop in thrift stores. Our family car has 210,000…
What is it about bookshops that draws the infirm from their sickbeds late at night? These folks are clearly not…
On Saturday nights, our family was happy. During the week, Dad wasn’t ever around, my brother and I fought, and…
Alternate title: Why Jude the Obscure Infuriates Me 1982. Eighth grade. Fifth period. Speech class…Mark. I only had three crushes in eighth…
To be honest, I didn’t remember my first kiss. Luckily, I kept diaries growing up (you remember, hard cover books…
Ah, young love. Come on, you remember … those single and early double digit years, before we got older and…
Fifth grade. Danny. He had freckles and smelled like some exotic spice: cardamom or coriander. He was a foster kid…
My first kiss cannot be discussed without first revealing the kiss before the kiss. And the kiss before that. …
Ah, my first kiss. His name was Luke. Branson School lower parking lot. After a Christmas tree lighting event which…