“A Personal History of Dress Up” published on the Hairpin

On our way home, Lauren told me she talked to another woman at the Halloween party who went on and on about wishing to be a man for a day. The other woman just wanted to know what it felt like to penetrate. I didn’t like for the idea of a man to be condensed to only a penis, nor do I find it especially funny to wear a skirt or a wig or fake breasts, because none of those alone makes a woman. I can’t explain what makes a woman like I can’t explain why I love Lauren. I can just continue to be ridiculous with her as we dress up.

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Letter to the Editor “Ashes to ashes, dust jacket to dust jacket” published in the Ames Tribune

My Letter to the Editor about the closing of Firehouse, the last used bookstore in Ames, was published in the Tribune.

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“Board in the Florida Suburbs” anthologized in Best American Sports Writing 2016

 

I’ve been wanting to share this awesome honor, but I had to keep quiet for the past six months. One of my essays, “Board in the Florida Suburbs“ first published on the Atticus Review’s “More Than Sports Talk” section last fall, was anthologized in Best American Sports Writing 2016!

This essay chronicled my skateboarding start at the beginning of high school back in 2001. Throughout my neighborhood all these old friends of mine quit riding and then I became pals with a younger skaterat named Adam Baker (Are you out there?). After school and during summers, we rode drainage ditches in Orlando until my senior year. I was accepted to the University of Central Florida with an essay I wrote about creativity that I learned from skateboarding.

My greatest thanks goes out to Glenn Stout, the series editor, who sent my essay along to Rick Telander, the guest editor, who then selected it for inclusion. This is only the fourth piece about skateboarding included in the series. I hope more writers are encouraged to roll out their skate stories.

 

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“That Day It Was Not Just Another Test” on The Good Men Project

When I turned around, everyone was staring at the TV. It was on the local news station. The all capital letters of a green MUTE layered over the LIVE in the corner. At first, I thought the smoking building on the screen was in Orlando. The headline below the image read about a plane crashing into a tower. It was probably an idiot private pilot that had drifted on takeoff from the executive airport downtown into the skyline, which had happened in Florida cities before. Then I read the white text on black background that said NEW YORK. The bell rang.

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“The Apprenticeship that Changed My Life” on The Billfold

 

Seed Spacing

AdaMae became a Master Gardener in 1995. For twenty years, she cultivated her house’s double-plot into a landscape. When I worked with her she did what I called, “the walk and talk.” She puttered around with her favorite pair of straight-blade, springy hand-clippers deadheading while spouting off the scientific names of her plants as if listing her entire Welsh genealogy. I thought I could barely keep up with the common names, but after Lauren and I parked our bikes in the driveway and locked them together, I began to point out the plants as we walked from AdaMae’s front to back yards.

In front of the house’s steps, next to a silver maple, intricate green stems of diamond frost bulked out of their pots with white nail-clippings of petals scattered inside the bushy plant. Moss wedged between the cobblestone path paralleling a curving stream that ended in a bubbling fountain. “There’s a naked lady!”

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Read the entire essay on The Billfold.

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