Author Archives: karl

It’s morning. Kathy has been up for an hour. She drank three cups of herbal tea, watched a video alerting her to the dangers of lectins, and is at the keyboard, singing at top volume, rehashing show tunes from her … Continue reading →

It is late autumn, the aspen have turned. We crest the summit of the pass. A strong tailwind pushes us as we begin our descent.   Me, Boris. Boris Ballsack. My new name, according to my wife, Kathy. I come … Continue reading →

I’m old, cruising into the home stretch. I don’t have a lot of time left. I couldn’t care less about most of the crap I deemed important years ago. I’ve dumped a lot of luggage at the roadside during this … Continue reading →

Every three months I receive a page-poor promo magazine in the mail, sent from the school I attended — then a college, now a university —and at which I taught for a number of years. Note: a reader should regard … Continue reading →