The Church of Right Now Holds Me

I’ve been so sick as of late it’s almost impossible to not think of my grandmother hooked up to her breathing machine in her final hours following pneumonia. In the waiting room at the clinic the nurse asks me if I want a shot for pneumonia and tells me I can get my flu shot…

Blueberry Picking in Henniker

Summers in 4th grade I’d often go blueberry picking with my grandparents in Henniker, New Hampshire, and we were like our own little Swiss Family Robinson, living off the land. We’d park at the bottom of the farm, and then walk up to the top of it so after picking we could just pay for…

Not a Family Man

After all I’ve lost, family to me has become something you market on the tv to try to catch impressionable teens before they turn radical and fail to become mindless consumers, not something that makes anybody feel a sense of belongingness. And I agree, that’s a shitty thing to think and something that might get…