You Don’t Want to Call Nobody Else

My recollections of Rikki are vivid though dreamlike. I remember her sitting in the back seat of a car, clutching a neatly-folded piece of paper. Now she's leaving - she's running from something. I am a little afraid for her because he doesn't want her to leave. I feel twisted and torn because it's so … Continue reading You Don’t Want to Call Nobody Else

My Son’s Brain is Not Public Domain

I remember when I was a Political Science major, I had this amazing professor who had us read a whole list of books on Utopias; just so we would be sure that we knew what a Utopia was, and that we didn't live in one. After my son was born I began reading Young Adult … Continue reading My Son’s Brain is Not Public Domain