Still Waters

St. Paul was a New Yorker. People from New York are recognizeable by their svelte builds, the glow of 14 karat cultural immersion, and the easy eyes that own everything and are never impressed. Two thousand years ago, you see, Rome was New York. Now it is a tourist trap. That might give New York […]

Role Reversal

I performed my first sex change in elementary school. Not at the school, of course. When I was that age.

At some point during my swimming lessons, maybe when my teacher got bored with my lack of breath control or unwillingness to dive, I was set this challenge: the length of the Olympic pool. The reward for swimming the was the crown jewel of children’s toys at that moment in history: a Cabbage Patch kid.

Slow Leak/Quick End

Although you would expect a pants-on-fire liberal like me to freak out about the BP oil disaster, I found myself oddly unable to get riled up. It’s true, I often compare oil companies to drug dealers. They’re feeding evil, and not evil themselves. I prefer oil companies, since they don’t directly feed cycles of violence […]

Farmhands

Last weekend, I walked the maternal farm. My plan was to get some of its mud in my shoes. As children, we went up to the paternal farm once or twice a year. It wasn’t a working farm then. Our greatest pleasure was to tromp out and get very muddy on our way to The […]