
Many days of my life I wish to be a dog. At least, I wish to be one of my dogs. My dogs have such a hard life. They sleep on the couch, I adjust the thermostat for them, and they get to go running with us a ton. But the best reason I can...

When I was little I wanted to be an ACE Hardware worker. Not full time, you understand, but on the weekends. In addition to my future career as an elementary school teacher through the week. The teaching gig was purely intended to “boost” myself monetarily while I pursued my dream: wearing a tan canvas ACE...

Wet leaves on wet pavement. Pumpkins stoically holding up porches strewn with cotton cobwebs, plastic spiders, silhouettes of arched-back black cats. Orange-y ocher hues, deep browns, painfully bright yellows once so cheery in the spring, now cast with shadows. It is the witching time, the time of twilight and ever-invading darkness, spearing back the light...