D. K. McCutchen

By D.K. McCutchen Dear George was as smart in his field as he was clueless about people. But he’d been told he was Brilliant! He was a Chemical Engineer who’d become obsessed with a common bacterium, Comamonas testosteroni, a bacteria as knuckleheaded-sounding as George. George just knew C. testosteroni could become nature’s little plastic recycling […]

By D. K. McCutcheon I read for 15 years without stopping At 16 I woke to discover I’d never been kissed, and set out to find one Through my terrible 20’s I wandered the world searching At 32, on the exact opposite side of the planet, I found my kiss He’d been reading, but looked

by D.K. McCutchen One chilly second-Sunday in May, I complained, “Why can’t I hotflash on demand?” And my daughter said, “you’re not a superhero, Mom.” But I AM! Menopausal-Mom! Forgetter of small facts, able to power small (sweaty) cities for minutes at a time! I flipflop between the guilty miracle of air-conditioning – magical moments

by D.K. McCutchen My cranky high schooler visits my class during her break. Her friends are away. My college students ignore the newcomer with pointed glances. I want to brag: Mine-mine-mine! So cool in her hand-stitched “Black-Lives-Matter” jacket and eyebrow piercing. My chest feels full. She could easily pass: Tall, telltale red hair hidden under

by D. K. McCutchen January 21, 2017; the crowd was so jammed together that rocking foot-to-foot was difficult. On tip-toes, pink pussy hats blended the sea of heads into lilac, interspersed with rainbow signs: I Am Very Upset; Just No; Get your filthy laws off my silky drawers; I’ve Seen Sturdier Cabinets at Ikea; Put

By D. K. McCutchen I was dancing in the Land of the Long White Cloud. Just dancing. The Otago Zoology Department dress code seemed to be dowdy nightgowns and frayed tweed. My eye was on the one other outsider stomping out a Haka in black motorcycle leathers (dear reader, I married him).  An almost-friend burst