I Don't Belong Here.

a humor blog from the trenches of suburbia.

Earlier this week, Melinda took Dominic to his first concert. It was for some girl named Tate McRae, a singer who, according to Wikipedia, was born during my sophomore year of college. “Are you sure you want to go?” I asked Dominic when he asked for tickets. “I’ve never heard of this chick, and I’ve …

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I’ve never been much of a Halloween guy. It’s probably because the street I grew up on wasn’t very conducive to trick or treating. There aren’t sidewalks, and the houses are pretty far apart, so it would’ve taken four hours to get down the street on my little legs. So each year, my mom would …

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There’s this game I play with my students on the first day of school, where I ask them near the end of the class to write down something they think they know about me. It’s a task I assign for several purposes, most of which are self-serving. I want to take my students’ temperature, see …

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