I Play With Balls by Paul Crenshaw March 8, 2021 It always comes down to who is doing the naming. And if it’s a bunch of boys in 8th grade, you might want to step back, cover your ears. Read the full story →
Optimism by Paul Crenshaw July 8, 2019 This morning I wanted to buy a book about space travel, but the cold outside depressed me. Read the full story →
We’re Nowhere Near the End by Paul Crenshaw August 1, 2017 The son stood across the small creek, 40 yards from the father. The father, 28 or 30, held a football, preparing to punt. I’ll say now the boy seemed tense. Read the full story →