Author Archives: Doctor Quack

About Doctor Quack

Just another bonehead with an internet connection.

Justice of Desire

Several months ago, a student of mine fell in love, as teenagers are apt to do every so often.  He thought he was doing everything right: writing songs for her, learning to play the ukulele for her, buying her stuff, … Continue reading

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Three Minutes as a Woman

When I moved to my current rustic, foothill town for work back in June, I had no friends and no family, so I did what any sensible twentysomething would do and joined a social dance group.  West Coast Swing on … Continue reading

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Teacher Gibberish

I underestimated how bizarre of a profession teaching would be. Prior to this year, even though teaching was a consideration of mine since I was in high school, I was always mildly annoyed by how much teachers lamented being teachers, … Continue reading

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Moments with Trees

As I sat on my porch this evening watching a rare torrential downpour fall on my town, I momentarily connected with the oak tree twenty feet in front of me, standing majestically over the manicured yard, surely too enjoying the rain. Hello, … Continue reading

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Blind Men in a Dog World

If dogs had national parks, they would be for scents, not sights.  They would be everywhere, ever-changing and often fleeting monuments to all the world’s odors.  The dog-president and dog-congress would upgrade every being, living or dead, to national park status, … Continue reading

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Confessions of a Music Student-Teacher

Last Thursday night, on a high school stage in the outskirts of a Wine Country town, I cried.  In front of eighty students and dozens of parents and faculty, I lost my composure and broke down.  It was the first time I’ve … Continue reading

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Young Man by the Creek

Swollen was the oft dry creek bed with the rains of El Niño.  Turbulent brown waters were tugging at the brilliant broad leaves of trees often too high to be bothered.  Humble caps of mushrooms were pushing through the riparian … Continue reading

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