What if I try to read "All the Pretty Girls," by Kenny Chesney, as a work of flash fiction? I can already hear you. "That doesn't make sense, Benny! That song isn't a story song!" Well, my name isn't Benny, and I'm going to try it anyway. You can listen to the song free on... Continue Reading →
Today I happened to find out that my 12th grade English teacher just recently passed away. Even though my senior year was an astonishing mumbleteen years ago, some aspects of that class I remember well.