My Left Han

He was a star athlete in basketball and football. I thought table tennis was a sport. Ladies would buy him shots at the bar.  I once worked up the courage to ask the prettiest girl in my class—if she wanted to borrow my notes. He had a magnetic personality that would draw in our peers…

My Clarification

So, growing up, like many of you, there were the names we had for things while we were at home and then, at school, there were the new “outside” names we would learn for those same things.  The first time I began to appreciate this difference I was eight.  I had recently fallen in love…

My Space Race

When I was a child, I wanted to go to space. My ceiling had thousands of the tiniest glow in the dark stickers. Once laboriously applied, they represented all the stars and named constellations. The northern hemisphere laid above my pillow and the southern hemisphere was splayed out above the foot of my bed. But…

My, Here Comes a New Challenger

The 90s There he stands, the 5 foot 9” ascetic, staring back at me with dead eyes. A terrifying string of yellow skulls adorn his neck, a not-so-subtle reminder that mercy would not be shown nor expected. I clench my fists, remember my training, and take a deep breath. 3…2…1…Fight. “If you spent half as…

My Brush with the Law

On the morning of the Maryland State Bar Exam, allegedly. I’m unconscious. There’s a crackling noise first. A rush of strings then follows from behind. It’s Steve Tyler. And he does NOT want to miss a thing. This unexpected but ideal wake up song sways and sashays in. The string orchestra comforts, conjuring romantic images: Liv…