A bull, a rose, and a storm.
The teacher who shaped me most was one who savagely insulted his students. My earliest role model, Mr. Meacock, has died.
The teacher who shaped me most was one who savagely insulted his students. My earliest role model, Mr. Meacock, has died.
The most poignant moment of my year occurred tonight in the Orlando airport as I slurped boxed wine from a pint glass while waiting for a delayed flight.
Dennis ("the Menace", he humblebragged)–a drunken, bearded, thoroughly unmanicured tugboat deckhand from Kentucky (even I feel like I must be making this up), materialized near me and my colleague, Serena, as we stood quietly absorbing airport merlot during a thunderstorm.
Fifteen years after I last felt it, I wondered: had I already become a grownup forever?
My OkCupid account was reported as hacked. Turns out, writing your dating profile in the form of a Nigerian scam email raises some red flags.