memoir
Rules of the Road
I was rolling down the road, belting out the chorus to Elton John’s “Bennie and the Jets” when a white Volkswagen zig-zagged…
How I Caused The Buffalo Bills to Lose Super Bowl XXV
In 1991, I lived in Buffalo, New York. That year, the Bills made it to the Super Bowl for the first time….
Fifty Shades of Humiliation Featuring a Guy in a Gray Suit
Recently, I showed you the line-up of amazing bloggers who committed to sharing their most embarrassing moments over the course of the…
Putting My Faith in Boots That Pinch
I have this freakin’ awesome pair of brown leather Frye boots. I got them in 1985, before I went to college. They…
The 8-Year Old Chimney Sweep: A #LessonLearned by Franky Jebb
This personal narrative was written by Franky Jebb, one of my students from Monroe Community College who was enrolled in my Comp-101…
Lessons From Eight Junes
June is definitely a time for endings and beginnings. Proms. Graduations. Weddings. New jobs. It got me thinking about all the Junes in my life. My parents started their married life together on June 23, 1963. My son will become a bar-mitzvah next June. One of my grandmothers died in June. And one of my friends, too. I tried to think about some significant Junes in my life, and this is what was born….
Prom Gen iY: Same Thing, Just Better Dresses
Recently, my family was chomping on chunks of bread at Outback Steakhouse, a place we often go after I announce that I didn’t make it to the grocery store. As I sat in my old jeans, the thick, pine doors parted and in paraded boys wearing tuxedos with cummerbunds flanked by girls in fancy dresses with sparkles and sequins. I was bedazzled and instantly transported back to the mid-1980s. To my own school formals….