Mack D. Ames
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Tongue-in-cheek humor. Educator & hobbyist writer in Maine, USA. Mid50s. Emotional. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, 2 adult sons, 1 dog. Novel: Lost My Way in the Darkness: Jack's Journey. https://a.co/d/6UE59OY. Not pen name Bill M, partly.
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Bidding Adieu to M. French
December 31, 2025 Bidding Adieu to Monsieur French: Brief comments to a retiring colleague Martin, as I told you yesterday, I believe it is always better to write out one's thoughts ahead of time to avoid stumbling over one's words. Ever since my first big meeting with the Christian school parents when I couldn't decide whether to say that "I felt as though I'd already met everyone" or "I feel as though I'd already met everyone" and came out with "I feel like I already felt everyone," I knew that prewritten comments were the way to go.
By Mack D. Ames12 days ago in Education
Is there a spin doctor in the house?
Kristi's dimpled smile and black curly hair had floated in my mind's eye for years. We were classmates and friends, but whenever I thought of her, my heart pitter-pattered, and I knew I had to ask her out soon. A month after I obtained my driver's license, I finally took my chance.
By Mack D. Amesabout a month ago in Humans
Farewell to KJ. Top Story - October 2025.
March 18, 2025. 2:20 AM. Text Message: "Kathy is now in the arms of Jesus." It's mid-October 2025, and I sit in my classroom across the hall from where Kathy used to sit every day. We used to wave to each other, and she would come over to my room for a brief chat, a cup of coffee, or both. She was hired to fill a teacher opening that had been unfilled for more than two years, and she took up her duties with great enthusiasm. We became friends quickly, but in late 2023, we had a dust-up that injured feelings and caused us to be estranged for several months. When I finally came to my senses and sought to make peace, she was more than ready to forgive, and I'm so glad we did.
By Mack D. Ames3 months ago in Humans
1:57
Three electric fans stir the air to keep the staleness at bay. A radio squawks at my left elbow, "Dorm 1 to Moulton," and I lose interest in the mundane conversation. Behind filing cabinets and covered windows, a TV bleeps out expletives for whatever afternoon talk show the inmates are watching or left playing for background noise. 1:57 is that time of day when I find out if my next two hours will be spent teaching or waiting for my day to end.
By Mack D. Ames4 months ago in Education
When is a lie not okay?
When is a lie not okay? For the third time this morning, I wipe tears from my eyes that leak from my broken heart. On the dry-erase board behind me are the words of hope that explain how to pass the high school equivalency exams. The young and old men locked up in this institution grasp for control of their present and future, having long since lost it in their past. Unlawful behaviors of every type imaginable -- and some unimaginable -- bring them to this fork in the road of custody and decision. Every type. I hold out hope, but I am not naive. I seek to serve, but I keep my guard. And days like this break my heart.
By Mack D. Ames5 months ago in Humans
Straight G. Content Warning.
"I'm gay." I surprised myself with the words. I'd never said them to anyone before, never acknowledged my deepest secret so boldly. I waited to see the other man's reaction. In the context of the conversation, the man's face didn't change before he responded.
By Mack D. Ames5 months ago in Men
Mint Condition
I thought of you today, Kathy, as I walked past your empty classroom. It was dark, as it has always been since you stopped work last September. I saw one of the signs I gave you that you taped to the window. I decided I wanted it back. I’ve also been wondering about the snacks you kept in the closet. Did you take the giant container of powdered creamer home?
By Mack D. Ames8 months ago in Men
