Gypsy Psychic Eyeballs and the Worst Saturday Wake-Up EVER

Sometimes I get this urge to write about Important Things.  Like what?  Well, I suppose complaining about McDonald's and discussing the (potentially overwritten) emotions that accompany the occasional steps my kids take towards growing up might qualify. I don't know why, but today feels like a something Important day. I should post topical that'll make … Continue reading Gypsy Psychic Eyeballs and the Worst Saturday Wake-Up EVER

No Fiction Prize (a poem for the 2012 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction)

Oh, readers dear, oh, readers dear There'll be no fiction prize this year! No fiction prize this year at all? No; we simply could not make the call. We were not sure about Train Dreams, perhaps it needed laser beams! Swamplandia! --it could not win. A 'gator theme park? Pretty thin. The third, you ask? No, … Continue reading No Fiction Prize (a poem for the 2012 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction)

The McDLT revisited: The hot side was hot, the cool side was cool, and both were unintentionally hilarious

As I was trolling facebook the other night—and by trolling I mean hitting 'F5' constantly in the desperate hope that someone would validate my life choices via status update—someone I went to high school with posted that she'd finally realized that in addition to being not particularly good for you, McDonald's isn't really, you know, … Continue reading The McDLT revisited: The hot side was hot, the cool side was cool, and both were unintentionally hilarious