Kid Christmas

Kid Christmas

Today is Christmas Eve, and I’ve been up since four thirty this morning because, well, I’m a little kid. For twenty years, Christmas Eve was something I craved every December. Yesterday, as I sat in traffic, I thought about myself at thirteen—salivating for Christmas eve, my family’s big day. My dad owned a well operating business when I was little; Caliber Well Operators. He did well for himself and a few employees but was needed all the time.

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Steel Doors

Steel Doors

I couldn’t have been more than thirteen, if that. My friend Tyler and I were inseparable during this summer and one afternoon we found ourselves at his father’s work place. We milled around outside while his dad disappeared indoors; I remember that it was hot, and the bricks of the building magnified the heat from the concrete, baking me alive.

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Halloween

Halloween

Tomorrow I start my sixteen hundred word-per-day quota. I initially thought I was going to write a brand-new novel like I should be doing, but instead, I’ll be using National Novel Writing Month to finish my collection of short stories. Tomorrow the work begins, but tonight it’s Halloween and I’ve been flooded with amazing memories throughout the day, so, let’s talk about that.

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Harry Potter and the Lesson on Sexism

Harry Potter and the Lesson on Sexism

If you go to my dusty, ill-used YouTube page, you’ll see the products of a life long infatuation with puppets. Whether it was the Muppets, ventriloquists like Jeff Dunham, or just small hand puppets like Mr.'s Rogers and Dressup. It didn’t matter; when I was a kid, if you could animate it yourself right there in the moment, I was into it. When Curt would come to town, we would always quote Dunham’s puppet Peanut, and when Rod came into my life, he would show me the Muppet show and silly things from Sesame Street that even he got a kick out of.

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