NPR called me “a modern day Jack Kerouac,” which is not true. I am neither so well published, nor as drunk. I did, however, convince a group of friends to routinely skip recess to help me handwrite a chapter book about dogs, alien planets, and an evil witch.
After I graduated with a writing major and Calvin University’s highest award for creative writing, I hitchhiked for two months across 6,700 miles. I blogged about the experience, found myself on NPR, and gave a slew of small-scale talks across the country.
In my professional life, I build websites as the owner of Branded Look and direct communications at St. Luke Episcopal Church. I also founded and edited the post calvin, an online journal/blog for young alumni writers.
“That’s good, baby. I wish ol’ Kenny could say the same, but damn! My kid—my ten-year-old kid—I just found out today he’s goin’ to school with a hole in his pants. Right on the butt, babe. The butt! He’s only got two pairs of pants and one’s got a big ol’ hole right here.” Kenny twists and points on his own grimy jeans. “His underpants all showin’ and everything!”
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