Meeting relatives within walking distance of my paternal ancestors’ bones.
Translation aside, I have no idea what they’re saying… do you?
Kleinwarasdorf, Burgenland, Austria

Meeting relatives within walking distance of my paternal ancestors’ bones.
Translation aside, I have no idea what they’re saying… do you?
Kleinwarasdorf, Burgenland, Austria


Bunny, my honey. I love him like money even though he’s got a mean left hook.
It’s a byzantine relationship. Do you have one of these with your pet?
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When you’re ‘home for the holidays’, ever revert to a child-like state?
Happens to me sometimes…
In this case, a couple of a years ago, summertime.
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Sociology 2260 Students:
With this clip, I’m blurring the ‘veil of secrecy’ between my professional ‘front’ and ‘back’ stage personalities right here on the Internet–just for you.
[Not as extreme as the clip we saw of Bill O'Reilly, though ...]
What key thinkers am I referring to?


The story–originally published in PicFic December 2009–
was recently republished in the new Folded Word Press paperback anthology,
On a Narrow Windowsill: Fiction and Poetry Folded onto Twitter.
Now, the anthology is also available as an e-book, here, here, and here.
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The original ‘Happy Holiday’ blog notes are here, with poll questions included.

When it comes to new publications, I typically write a few words in my blog — provide context; give the back story. Most recently, I did so here, where I detail how strangers in an airport terminal inspired ‘Flight 493’. Another example is here, where I explain how ‘(Re)Vision’ connects to a 70′s TV character and my childhood obsession with Jan Brady.
‘Drain’ is my third micro-story as PicFic’s Featured Contributor for July 2010. In terms of context, details, and back story — this one is different; I don’t offer any. Have a look. I’m sure you’ll understand …
Here’s the link → Drain

I was thinking about childhood today, and wondered:
What made me happy as a kid?
I instructed myself to dispense with analysis and forget about critical thinking:
Why certain things put a smile on my face was less interesting than revisiting the sources of my bliss.
First thing that popped into my head:
The Brady Bunch
’70′s TV show / fictional family / a dog / a maid / 6 kids
I loved The Brady Bunch.
They made me happy, and their rendition of ‘Sunshine Day’ still makes me grin …

And a question:
What made you happy as a kid?

‘Tis the season for shortbread and shopping malls, holiday stress and family tension.
I have visions of geographically dispersed families with members scattered around the globe, doing whatever they can to make it home for the holidays to spend time with relatives and friends.
I see travelers arriving on the doorsteps of (grand)parents and siblings. They bring mountains of gifts (or none at all), too much luggage, and odd habits not apparent during long-distance telephone calls. For several days–weeks even–they pile on top of one another in the tiniest of urban condominiums and compact homes.
Anticipating such an event, a friend of mine writes in a greeting card, overwhelmed: “We’re staying put for Christmas but everyone is coming here. Aaahhhh! Help!” Read the rest of this entry »

The Battered Suitcase is the flagship publication of Vagabondage Press. The magazine’s mission — to ”examines life in all its lovely ambiguity, grittiness, glory and despair. Chief Editor Fawn Neun and the editorial team express a particular interest in “the question of what it means to be human, the exploration of relationships as a means for transformation and the complexity of the human psyche.”
It’s a thrill to have a super-short fiction of mine appear in this issue:
Here’s the link → The Secret (he thinks) He Keeps
Working on the piece I thought of late Canadian sociologist Erving Goffman, his book The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life, and his notion of dramaturgy – the idea that we’re all actors, regardless of whether we do the job in a professional capacity or not. Read the rest of this entry »