I bought a gun once. It was the week the Twin Towers fell. Funk wouldn’t “let” me own one before that time, for reasons I’m sure you’ve probably discerned by […]

Swinging meat. That doesn’t refer to the grocery delivery Funk and I received during the initial panic of Covid. There was no meat in that order. It refers to Kansas […]

“Is your sister really as nice as she seems?” I asked. “She’s even better.” My cousin John didn’t even pause before saying that. A year later, I’m still blown away […]

Assault rifles carried by ordinary citizens, inside State Legislative Chambers in Michigan. How are our representatives supposed to work under those conditions? If guns are for our safely, how was […]

I grew up in a violent home, and the world outside matched it. President Kennedy was gunned down. And then his brother Robert. Martin Luther King Jr. was obliterated from […]

My ass has fallen . My book made it to the “Top-Rated Authors Reading List” that’s affiliated with Good Housekeeping magazine. Whaaaat?!!! From the bottom of my heart, thank you […]

My ass has fallen. Literally. The cosmic audacity of it. In my early twenties, I gave up my first love. A love that was so pure—if there was any way […]

I’ve never sung to anyone before. But I sang to my mother. Sitting beside her coffin, my hand resting on her cold, cold shoulder, I stared at her new form, […]

Burning and cleansing. Those are the words that come to mind whenever I try making sense of what’s happening now. The situation has me revisiting the revolution the hippies started […]