Author: Jim Mitchem

The following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty.  In 1982 I was sixteen. A skinny white punk in the suburbs of Houston who hung around a few other like dregs. We weren’t into school, weren’t into social conformity, but were into heavy metal. We were into chicks too, but the chicks hadn’t come around to metal yet and so we existed, together, a band of suburb outlaws. We hung out in the woods…

The following is a guest post by my daughter, Agatha Rose who is a 10th grader. I assisted in copyediting only.   *** I hear the trumpets from down the street. The noise is beautiful. In fact, I wouldn’t even consider it noise at all. It’s art. I’m writing because the trumpets let me decompress. I’m not sure why, and wish I did because I hate writing–nobody understands my train of thought. Except the writer who lives next door, and…

The Monday after Spring Break, the day after Easter—trying to get my sea legs back. After slamming lunch, I donned my earbuds and ran a vacuum. I may be the world’s greatest vacuumer, and I’m certain it’s one of the reasons Tina married me. I work out of my home, have multiple animals, two kids, and lots of trees. I’m also OCD. Things need to be kinda in the right spot for me to feel comfortable enough to sit down…

    Sure I accumulate things. Just probably not the same things.   We’re raised to believe that accumulating things will make us happy.   Toys Jewelry Cars Homes   When we accumulate these things we are living a full life and everyone around us can see it and then they aspire to accumulate the same things in the same way with the same hopeful outlook   that somehow happiness is attainable even though it’s mostly out there just beyond reach…

I’m officially an unaffiliated American voter. I was raised in a conservative Republican household, but married a staunch Democrat, and definitely identify more with liberal thinkers than conservative. It’s not because of dogma, I assure you. As a result of being more liberal-minded, my friends tend to be more liberal. That’s just how the world works–birds of a feather and all that. Anyway, most of my friends are proud Democrats who are up-in-arms since the election last November. I love my friends…

I was brought to tears in the Bojangles drive through this morning where a green, letter-sized poster next to the ordering speaker featured two girls inside of a shamrock. Bojangles is raising money to combat Muscular Dystrophy, and the “ask” for a dollar donation is currently part of their pitch when you order. One of the girls featured in the photograph, named Natalie, was listed at 10-years-old. She had sparkling blue eyes full of life. The other girl was her sister…