Seven years ago, when I was but a wee baby 24 year old in the 2nd year of my PhD program, I wrote a tongue-in-cheek, fart-joke-filled post..
When it comes to my complete and utter lack of a writing career, people never ask me, “How do you do it?” It’s pretty simple, actually: I ..
The projectile vomit just sprang into being. I don’t remember a transitional state or any inkling that it would happen like that—just the ..
My peak of TV-watching, on an hour-per-day basis, was in the 80s—when I was a kid, and when kid’s television was notoriously ..
Everybody has his or her own daily moment of peak anxiety. For some, it’s first thing in the morning. For others, it’s while they lay in b..
I don’t know the circumstances under which my mom stopped going to college in the late 70s. She had a full ride scholarship to Kearney Sta..
Every morning when I get up, I toss the clothes I’m going to wear that day onto the floor by the closet. I consciously try not to drop my ..
1. Eating an entire plate of Christmas cookies and then throwing them all up in the bushes outside is no longer considered cute.
So you’ve decided to earn a PhD in English, huh? Whether you’re beating the boss level of English degrees (having already rescued the prin..
I usually go back to my high school’s reunions and homecomings—not to relive my glory days (they certainly weren’t), but to remind myself ..
My memories of My Fair Lady were of an exuberant show that propelled me, at age 17, breathlessly through senior spring: Kelly Pavlak danci..
Hey there, buddy. You’re probably wondering why I asked you here today. Two reasons: 1) We need to talk. 2) You’re physically attached to ..