Category Archives: Short Stories, Long Odds

16. Holiday Vignettes #1

(I wrote this years ago, and it represents what my poetry style has turned into. I almost said ‘evolved into’ but even I don’t take myself seriously enough for that.) I. When we lived on Bolivar every neighbor we had was crazy just like now but less noisy. One lady saw me putting up Christmas

15. The Dick You Can’t Take Back

(Originally published in Boston’s Weekly Dig. This is a revised version.) Recently, I learned a hard lesson. A lesson about boundaries. A lesson, even, about interpersonal communications. A lesson about the dick you can’t take back. I’m an academic – a political scientist – so I spend a lot of time hanging around with professor

14. It Is The Season

Last weekend, Diana and the dogs and I went to my mother’s house to make Christmas cookies. This is a tradition that’s been in my family for as long as I’ve been alive: one day in December we gather an industrious team and start cutting cookies out and baking them and then decorating them with

13. Seven Years On

I wrote this in 2007, but surprisingly I still feel much the same way. A poll was out on Monday from Zogby that showed a majority of Americans polled — 87% of them, to be exact — see 9/11 as the “most significant historical event of their lives.” At first I was inclined to think

12. Mine to Give

I was in the middle of a serious WiiFit session when the door bell rang. I picked Molly the Corgi up because she is crazy and I walked over to the foyer. We don’t have windows or a peephole so I couldn’t see who it was before I opened the door. Standing there was a

11. The Naming of Things

Diana and I started talking about having children about a year and a half ago, and I knew we had moved from the realm of dreamy ponderance and into the area of serious business when the conversation about names came up. Names are secret things, full of power. When you start thinking about a future

10. Something’s Happened

Written in 2001. This is not strictly non-fiction, but almost everything is true? The geography may also be a little skewed. I stopped in New London on my way from Boston to New Haven once. If I remember correctly, I could see the whole town from the top of the hill, looking down into the