the Nixionary

You’d think I’d be relieved that I moved away from New Orleans at the beginning of the summer, but the truth is, I wish I were there right now, putting sundresses and Wheat Thins and short stories in the back of the car.
Watching from a distance is a bad feeling.
The CNN anchorman tells an old [...]

The Democratic National Convention is HERE.
This is what’s happened so far:
1. Three very quiet very awesome helicopters circled Wash Park while I was walking Quincy, and they were so sneaky, he didn’t even look up. “The Feds are coming for you,” I told him and then he looked at me and picked up [...]

I bought a handmade kayak from an old Polish man.
I wanted Andrew’s story as I much as his boat. He came out of his house and crossed the street before I got out of the car.
“I was in this competition for 35 years,” he said, unfolding a papery yellow hat. “The International [...]

I am convinced that mostly good things happen in pools.
First of all, I’m glad we float. For all our complaining, the human body is a pretty cool thing. (Everything that’s waterproof is cool).
Second of all, thank God for belly flops, which are awesome for everyone, even the flopper, if it’s a good one, [...]