Image by Mass Communication Specialist 1st Class Chad J. McNeeley
Sometimes working for a newspaper sucks. You don’t get to sit back and enjoy events like today’s inauguration. You’re too busy trying to come up with local angles, scrounging for art, installing live video feeds and coordinating with reporters in… READ MORE
Photo courtesy of Del Stone Jr.
This morning I took Pavlov to the vet and she had The Talk with me. The Talk amounted to this: If at any moment after today I look into his eyes and decide he’s had enough she would support my… READ MORE
My friend Denise believes I should get out of journalism. She thinks I could make it as a fiction writer. Making it as a fiction writer has long been a dream for me. For the rest of the world it’s… READ MORE
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This Christmas I will have time to rediscover the spirit of the season. I won’t be shopping. Instead, I will be snug in my toasty house – until the madly spinning electric meter forces the thermostat down to 62 –… READ MORE
In this photo, Pavlov sits amid the ruins of tractor-feed perforation strips from my old Okidata dot-matrix computer printer. He loved playing with those strands of paper and usually created a huge mess. Photo by Del Stone Jr. — OK,… READ MORE
Image courtesy of Del Stone Jr.
Monday night, I bought a coffin for Maggie. I chose a white satin-finish hatbox, the right size for a 4-pound cat. I wanted to bury her in Mom’s back yard so she could be outside. We lived near a busy… READ MORE
Mom always said: “Never tangle with anybody who’s got access to 100,000 watts of FM power.” I thought that was barrels of ink, but whatever. Some mornings I listen to 99Rock’s “The Morning Movement” with Murph and Galvin. They describe… READ MORE
I don’t get it. How can a Jack Kevorkian be thrown in jail for helping perfectly lucid people with terminal illnesses commit suicide, when a comatose Terri Schiavo is inhumanely starved to death with the active consent of the courts?… READ MORE
East Bay Bicycle Path, Rhode Island. Photo by Ken Zirkel by way of a Creative Commons search. https://www.flickr.com/photos/kzirkel/
As the car hurtled toward me, I did not see my life flash before my eyes. Instead, I saw myself diving off the sidewalk and into the adjoining swamp, where among the sticker vines, sucking mud and empty bottles I… READ MORE
Had I known my 12th-grade Algebra 2 teacher, Mr. Earl, was carrying a gun, I would have been a lot nicer to him. That’s not to say he was carrying a gun. But if he had been, I would never… READ MORE