Notes on the Communicative Properties of Cursing by Paul Crenshaw

For a few years in my early 20s I worked at a golf course during the summer, selling tees and green fees and ninety-nine cent bags of chips to men who’d decided to spend weekends off chasing a golf ball through the weeds. My step-father had leased the golf course from the rich businessman who’dContinueContinue reading “Notes on the Communicative Properties of Cursing by Paul Crenshaw”

My Dad Says the Sun by Paul Crenshaw

My dad says the sun don’t shine on the same dog’s ass every day. He says if you ain’t the lead dog the scenery never changes. If you can’t run with the big dogs then stay on the porch.  My dad says my daughters are so skinny he can’t see their shadows. He says theyContinueContinue reading “My Dad Says the Sun by Paul Crenshaw”