It’s not that I’m ungrateful this year; I’m just especially disorganized and can’t get my shit together. I wish procrastinating was some kind of recognized sport. I’d kill at it. I don’t know if I feel silly much this year, but I do at the moment. …

I’m not one for performative activism, but I get that people enjoy their rage tweeting and posts while refusing to do something productive that actually helps people. Do I sound bitter? I think I sound bitter, but I doubt anyone can tell because I’m almost always prickly anyway. …

I need to noodle something that’s really tedious, so I figured this would be the appropriate forum…you’re welcome. I’ve been mulling this thought over for the last twenty-four hours. I’ve been framing it as something I *might* do, but I know myself. There is no might. I’ll totally be going…

This was my second sunrise in the ICU after the massive pulmonary embolism I experienced a little over a year ago. When I had COVID last year, it wasn’t supposed to be in the country. In hindsight there is a collective realization that it was already well within the population…

So…I have some feelings…some days delayed penning with some sudden family things occurring. I wanted a more robust article, but at some point I need to publish something about the Capitol terrorism. Swaths of people are stunned by it…those swaths are probably fitting the demographics of privilege in the US…

I’m not sure. How many people are writing about the meaning of the change from a bottomless pit of moral depravity and grotesque corruption…at least with regards to the head of the Executive Branch? In any case…this is one more. …

I used to be a terrible writer. That isn’t false modesty; I truly shit the bed as evidenced by mediocre grades on papers, at best, in my younger years. …

On the heels of my last bit of out-of-state prison programming excitement; something else that’s totally premature to discuss, but I’m still excited…just over here on my computer in my home writing about it with kids destroying the house and completely busting out with it all… I’ve mentioned that I’m…

Hurry Up and Wait I miss teaching…really miss it. I haven’t taught at the men’s maximum prison facility for months and months…well before COVID. I’ve missed teaching there so much that I designed a solitary confinement creative writing program to stay connected. I give course evaluations at the end, but…