Tim Hatch: Educator. Author. Tired.

Journal

Those Hideous Smiles

It’s night and I’m inside an impossibly expensive house.  The house is on stilts because it’s on the side of a mountain.  Why I’m inside the house is unclear but there I am anyway and I’m looking for something but I have no idea what.  To clarify:  It’s not that I know I’m there to...

Home-Made Chicken Soup

So I’ve been doing a lot of cooking lately, partially because it’s cheaper to make your own food and partially as an attempt to reduce the amount of nonsense I consume in the course of a week.  I have no desire to turn this into a food blog but sometime last spring I made an...

Jerome

Jerome died last week.  There was a point in time when I would have called him my best friend or even my brother.  I’m older now, though, and I don’t have romantic notions of friendship like I used to.  I don’t really believe in such a thing as a best friend but I do believe...

Salt

My wife and I went out on a date last night for the first time in way too long.  I took her to see SALT with Angelina Jolie, because she’s been stoked for that movie since the first time she saw the commercial. About SALT:  I fucking loved it.  If you took one of the...