The ratio of like clicks to integrity on social media

The ratio of like clicks to integrity on social media
Billy scrolled further and further back into his Mama’s Facebook — which was older than he was. It was eerie, maddening, and yet perversely gratifying to see her self-promotion documented for 12 years, eight months, and nine days, this August 10, 2019. The longevity of the pattern justified and fueled his hatred. He was right to hate...

Truth, art and beauty

Truth, art and beauty
I once dated a guy who was published in The Paris Review. Brad Balducchi was his name, or close enough. He’d been my TA for “Short Story I: Workshop” the semester before. I thought of him as Hemingway, James Joyce, Faulkner, or even Picasso or Michelangelo if writing was “art.” He’d held The Paris...

Visor

Visor
Tom and Brock are walking home after work. Strapped to their foreheads were black visors. Brock just got his today, a system to improve efficiency, they said. An older man, walking a white Shitzu stopped to greet them. “Hi fellas, beautiful day out, isn’t it?” He smiled at them.

Freshman Year, 1971

Freshman Year, 1971
“Education: the path from cocky ignorance to miserable uncertainty.” - Mark Twain Celia Barnes ran down the steps of the University of Illinois’ Burrill Hall and checked her watch against Altgeld’s chimes. Argh, 5:15 already and no bike today to speed her across campus. Afternoon classes were the pits! At least the seminar fulfilled one of her science requirements. Buttoning up...

The Story of J. Wellington Coo

The Story of J. Wellington Coo
There was little room for sentimental tenderness toward our animals on farms like ours.  They were destined for slaughter, after all. The hogs were fattened and sold for meat at six or seven months of age.  We taught our cute black and white calves to drink milk greedily from a pail, but they too went for veal when they...