"Would My Heart Outrun Its Pursuer" in the New York Times
I had been paralyzed too young, when I was too callow, and in a time and place where most people with disabilities were seen as invalids and shut-ins, passively accepting limitations and retreating behind an accepting smile to avoid injury, neglect, abuse or rejection."Ants for Breakfast in Salon
On the other hand, I am a descendant of the malcontents and misfits who fled northern Europe, where the French ate snails, the Scots sheep’s heads, and the Germans blood sausage. In that great migration to the New World, we came upon aboriginal peoples who were dog-eaters, but we didn’t change. The best we could do, it appears, was to admit corn was edible."Happily Ever After" in Poor Mojo's Almanac(k)
I knew if there was any miracle involved it would be that the marriage and the baby might come before friends, before cigarettes and beer and parties. There's a miracle for you, that the marriage would plant itself in the nine-to-five world where there it's fifty bucks for a big box of diapers and twenty for the right kind of formula, and no one blows off a job with a lame call-in excuse because they lack the self-discipline to get up in the cold dark and get to work."Pilgrim on the Cross Road" in Notre Dame Magazine
The Power of the Blood washes across the hardwood plank floors and the narrow oaken pews, and a whipcord country preacher strides the single aisle. He holds the truth in a worn Bible, and he is intent upon driving it into the hearts of his people like the nails pounded into the church door at Wittenburg. He is thin, hard-used, but he stands on the impenetrable and everlasting rock of faith."The Wind" in Fringe Magazine
I watch the hawks and vultures, soaring far above the meadowlarks and above the swallows whose insect prey lives at ground level. And here is the thing that comes to me as I watch, a thing that seems to have some meaning to it: the same wind carries both the predator and the scavenger. The killer and the cleaner of messes, both are lifted aloft by the same breeze. Simple physics, yes; simple biology, obviously; but yet it seems to mean something to me that I cannot verbalize. There’s a philosophical point in that duality, but I cannot think through to the meaning beneath its symbolism, if there is such a thing."The Part That Kept Me from Screaming" in Action Online
On the other hand, the young men were fervent and direct, self-assured, and burned with the holy righteousness of prophet-wannabes. Within them, it seemed, faith had transmogrified into to rhetoric; and rhetoric had been beaten from plowshare into sword, all the better to slay enemies of righteousness: I remained in the wheelchair because I sat ignorant of the utter infallibility of theological epistemology.