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Stuporcize me
I’m full. No, make that stuffed. Satiated. Saturated. Gorged. Bursting. My body is aching and my mind is foggier than Beijing on a bad air day. I can almost feel the grease pushing out through my pores. My entire system is sneering and snarking at me: “Are you kidding me? Have you no sense of… Read more
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Best. Blog Post.
“Best. Sex. Ever!” Those words adorn the cover of a magazine that landed in our snail-mailbox the other day. But if you think you know what that magazine was, you’re probably wrong. No, not Cosmopolitan, nor Elle, Glamour, Redbook, Red Book in a Plain Brown Wrapper, House & Garden (Of Wild, Torrid Pleasures), Self, O,… Read more
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Frogblog update: They come knocking!
It was the kind of Southern summer night that makes you long for winter in Minnesota. The heat was enough to wilt Trump’s rug, and the air was so thick you could cut it with a sharp tongue. Suddenly on our sliding patio door, there appeared a primordial being. Not a mere raven, tapping, tapping,… Read more
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Frog follies part 2
Coming back from a beach vacation is never pleasant, especially when you start wondering and worrying about what might’ve befallen the house while you were away. My wife and I got home from one blissful, relaxing Florida trip to find our A/C had conked during a sweltering June. Another time, a pinhole-sized leak in a… Read more
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Dragonfly days
As long as you don’t have to go home, Saturday morning can be a great time in a beach town. That’s when all the rental places turn over, with the last batch of summer people checking out and the next crowd not arriving until afternoon. This gives us long-term beach bums some precious peace and… Read more
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Justice, humanity, and language
If you’re a writer, jealousy and envy can be hard to keep in check. But while I might envy John le Carré every time I open one of his books, I don’t usually feel that way about Supreme Court justices. However, as you’ve probably heard, Justice Anthony Kennedy’s closing paragraph in his decision on same-sex… Read more
Stories from the South and the subconscious