You should never ask someone to tell a personal story that you wouldn’t be willing to tell yourself. So, with Fray’s current call for “Busted” stories in mind, here are some of the many times I’ve been busted:
That time mom caught me with shoplifted candy and made me go back to Vons and apologize.
That time […]
Today I got an email. The who’s and what’s aren’t important. But the gist was, “I sent you a jerky email a while ago, and I wanted to apologize.”
I checked my archives. The email was five years ago. It wasn’t even all that bad - I’ve certainly received worse. But here was this guy, a […]
I bought this orchid three years ago just before Heather and I were married. Now, every time it blooms, I’m reminded of that windy day in July when we stood on top of a hill, in front of our friends and family, laughed, kissed, and bound our lives together.
Keeping an orchid alive in San Francisco […]
Inspired by Simon Rich’s recent Shouts & Murmurs and Heather’s response, here’s what I imagined the people around me were saying when I was…
Six:
“He’s missing a front tooth!”
“He must be very active.”
“I bet he’ll grow up to be a mountain ranger … or an army man.”
Ten:
“Is he wearing a Star Wars shirt?”
“He must have collected […]
A story that can now be told.
I was in a movie theater a few weeks ago. In the dim light, while Heather was off getting treats, I looked around and noticed that everyone in the theater was poking at some kind of glowing device. But one person was doing a unique flick-flick-flick with his index […]
A scene from dinner at the retirement home.
“Are you from around here?”
“No, we’re from California.”
“Oh, it’s expensive there.”
“Yeah, I guess so. It’s lovely, though.”
“But I guess the salaries make up for it.”
“I guess so, sure.”
“Are you from around here?”
“No, California.”
“Oh, it’s expensive there.”
“True.”
“But I guess the salaries make up for it.”
“I guess.”
“Are you from […]
There’s an art to saying the wrong thing at the right time. And the older I get, the more I think there’s a gene that causes it. If there is, I know this: it’s passed on the mother’s side.
My maternal grandmother, Gert, was a master of the art of the inappropriate comment. With me, a cherished grandson, she was a sweetheart. With my mom, she was … less sweet.
My nephew Hugh is two years old. And, as the husband of the sister of his mother, it is my duty to impress him. I am determined to be the Cool Uncle.
Heather and I are in Chicago for a family visit. We’re all gathered at a nice restaurant for dinner - Heather’s sister Claire, […]
There’s an old story. I don’t know if it’s true, but it goes like this. Penguins mate for life. And there’s a moment when some boy penguin is looking over that infinite expanse of black and white when one female penguin stands out. And he stands out to her. And then, well, that’s it. Of […]
Yesterday Heather and I were walking the pups through Golden Gate Park when we came upon Stow Lake. Heather noticed that, if you rent a proper rowboat (instead of the little paddle boats), dogs are allowed. Why not? Before I knew it, we were in the mucus-colored lake, Heather rowing Bug, Chieka, and I around. […]
Derek Powazek lives in San Francisco with his wife, two nutty Chihuahuas, a grumpy cat, and a house full of plants named Fred. More ยป
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