Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 22, 2022 — Guns Edition
Uvalde cops lie. They are cowards. They are partly responsible for the death of 19 children and two adults. But, hey, at least they got to return home safely to their family so they can talk about how hard their job is—handcuffing parents who are begging them to be brave and do the thing they swore to do: protect their community.
On Turning 43 | A Birthday Reflection
“I must make what happens to me good for me.”
Mass Aborting at Oklahoma Supermarket!
His social media accounts were filled with rantings about “free health care”, “women’s rights”, and “disrupting the domestic supply of infants”.
The Campfire Rule
Intense self indulgence is rarely very different from intense self destruction. It’s just a slower version of it. Unless you’re in Vegas and then the two are roughly equivalent.
I Believe... [Decency is In Person]
I believe... that there is more decency in holding a door open for a stranger you can see than every tweet ever written for a cause that affects people you’ll never know. The first is an act of service; the second is a linquistic selfie taken and shared for approval.
The Unique Power of the Roadtrip
The life as I knew it was blown to bits a little over a month ago. I have a Prius (red so it's like a pocket protector with a Clash sticker). I had a destination (Kansas, home of my parents and sister). And lots and lots of road in between.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 15, 2022
Babysitting someone else’s kid is way more fun than babysitting your own.
The Minotaur and the Mermaid
Carl knew better than to fall for a Mermaid. Notoriously fickle and prone to deception, Mermaids had a viciousness only equalled by their beauty.
Dr. Fauci & The Multiverse of Madness
Trump appoints Rep. Matt Gaetz to the new position of Czar of Women’s Health.
I Believe… [Family Levels the Field]
I believe... that family is who you hang with to remember who you are rather than who you thought you were.
The Chameleon
"OK. Calm down," responded Davis. "This is a classic John Hughes kind of dilemma. You're dating three different women. You like each one equally but for different reasons. Let's really make a Nick Hornsby list and see who you see yourself with in, say, seven years.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week oof May 8, 2022
The Road, the Sea, heals all wounds. Unless you’re killed in a car accident or drown.
Grizzly
He lied there, the beast breathing slowly, and wondered what happened? Where was his wife? Did she do this to him? Why?
LEAVE THE SCOTUS ALONE!!!
ALL JUSTICE ALITO WANTS TO DO IS BE ABLE TO WALK PEACEABLY FROM HIS CAR TO HIS HOME WITHOUT PEOPLE SHOUTING “MURDERER” AT HIM.
I Believe… [The Road to Restoration]
I believe... that a roadtrip by yourself, arm out the window, stereo blasting heavy metal from the ‘80s, is better than all of the meditation available. Even when you the first speeding ticket you’ve had since 1989.
The Taste of Mourning
At first he couldn't find her. He knew she couldn't be far. He heard something like an animal and turned the corner. There she was, on all fours, loping through the parking lot like a dog or chimpanzee.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 1, 2022
While the two things are mutually exclusive, I can’t help find humor in my pregnant wife debating anti-abortionists on Facebook.
The Yeti Rings Twice
Yetis and Unicorns will never stay together long.
What You Don’t Know About The SCOTUS Plan to Abolish Roe v. Wade
Schools required to teach girls how to hold a baby and make a sandwich.
Til Death (or Dismemberment) Do Us Part
"Are you waking up, lover? I'm sorry about your tongue, Sweetie, but I had to take it. Can't have you talking to people about me, can I? I'm a little sad because even though you were always a blowhard, I'll miss our conversations about things. Hold on a sec. You won't feel this except for a little pressure but this thing is really loud."
The first chapter of an in-progress novel.
“The voice began on a Tuesday morning while Monte Walsh was standing in his kitchen, holding an unopened package of bacon over the garbage can.”