Lies
Born when gasoline was only 33 cents per gallon, I studied music before turning to education. I completed a doctorate at the University of Northern Colorado, because at the time writing 300 pages that no one would read seemed like a grand idea. Heh, it wasn’t. But if you’re at a loss for something to do this weekend, have a look at A Symbolic-Interactionist, Collective Case Study of Veteran, Secondary Principals’ Experiences with Regards to Stress. Not kidding, it’s a page turner. Imagine your favorite novel with all of the best bits summarily stripped away; that’s about right.
Anyway, having finished the twenty-fourth grade with nothing to show for it, I decided either to have a go at fiction writing or try for an Olympic medal in competitive arrow catching. Thankfully, my wife convinced me to run with the storytelling idea. I was fortunate to be named poet laureate of Prince William County, Virginia – even though I don’t really know what poets laureate do, and it didn’t come with a dental plan. I have been a middle and high school teacher, an assistant principal, and a principal (over four, blurry, bourbon-and-blood-splattered years). I work now as an AP Capstone teacher, so I rarely escape my classroom. I do appreciate visitors stopping by because they sometimes bring breakfast and news of the outside world. I am happiest when my students agree to trade their iPhones for a story or two from Edgar Poe, and as much as I distrust multinational pharmaceutical and food production corporations, I sometimes eat donuts as if they were invented yesterday afternoon.
I hope you enjoy the stories. I’ll most likely never have anything published in National Geographic or
The New Yorker, but I can kick John Cheever’s ass at mowing lawns.
Born when gasoline was only 33 cents per gallon, I studied music before turning to education. I completed a doctorate at the University of Northern Colorado, because at the time writing 300 pages that no one would read seemed like a grand idea. Heh, it wasn’t. But if you’re at a loss for something to do this weekend, have a look at A Symbolic-Interactionist, Collective Case Study of Veteran, Secondary Principals’ Experiences with Regards to Stress. Not kidding, it’s a page turner. Imagine your favorite novel with all of the best bits summarily stripped away; that’s about right.
Anyway, having finished the twenty-fourth grade with nothing to show for it, I decided either to have a go at fiction writing or try for an Olympic medal in competitive arrow catching. Thankfully, my wife convinced me to run with the storytelling idea. I was fortunate to be named poet laureate of Prince William County, Virginia – even though I don’t really know what poets laureate do, and it didn’t come with a dental plan. I have been a middle and high school teacher, an assistant principal, and a principal (over four, blurry, bourbon-and-blood-splattered years). I work now as an AP Capstone teacher, so I rarely escape my classroom. I do appreciate visitors stopping by because they sometimes bring breakfast and news of the outside world. I am happiest when my students agree to trade their iPhones for a story or two from Edgar Poe, and as much as I distrust multinational pharmaceutical and food production corporations, I sometimes eat donuts as if they were invented yesterday afternoon.
I hope you enjoy the stories. I’ll most likely never have anything published in National Geographic or
The New Yorker, but I can kick John Cheever’s ass at mowing lawns.