’78 is Great!
“One-Nine-Seven-Eight, nineteen seventy-eight!” In my mind’s ear, I can still hear the chants, cheerleaders spurring on my class at pep rallies, sweaty adolescents screaming in unison. It’s no secret that...
Hurl's Treehouse
Downtown Jason Brown
In my third or fourth year of teaching, circa 1989, I had a sophomore class, Writing About Lit. It was a pretty generic class, average level students and largely forgettable....
A Sharp Stick
Do you have any idea how many awards shows/presentations there are? Here’s a calendar, if you have the stomach and stamina for such a thing. I stopped counting around fifty;...
Where Ya Been?
I haven’t posted on Hurl’s Treehouse for a bit, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. This summer or early fall I’ll release my third book, this one a...
Living Large at the Byron (Year Two)
Once again I had the privilege of impersonating media for the weekend, attending the Byron Nelson PGA event in McKinney, TX. Courtesy of my son MJ and his media company...
The Delicate Question
I’ll get to the title in a minute or so. Allow me to take the long way home on this one. An episode of The Twilight Zone is entitled “To...
A Lousy Comparison
“It’s just like Romeo and Juliet. It’s true love,” she offered. Her friends’ approval was widespread and immediate. The speaker was a high school student, probably a frosh or sophomore....
A Worthy Aspiration
I haven’t written much lately. Sooo many spinning plates and so little time. I’m hoping life will settle down, which is likely a punchline many of you know in your...
“I’m Sorry About Your Car, Mr. Hanks”
My Philosophy teacher at Merced College claimed he never dreamed at night. Ever. I’m on the opposite end of the spectrum. I dream all night, every night. Maybe he was...
Today’s Challenge
Sometimes I give myself a writing challenge. Today’s brain-bender is to write a meaningful post in one hour, writing based on a quote that I didn’t choose. Here’s what I...
