You have to take the bitter with the sweet. Later in life than I care to admit, I started forgiving my dad for the things so that I could release the anger I was holding. I know that part of that process was accepting that I didn’t only get
Costa Mesa Cafe I wasn’t sure if she was familiar because I knew her from somewhere, or because she had a look that reminded me of when I’d lived here, brunettes in the land of the blond. Her summer dress was flattering, showing her curves but avoiding ostentatiousness.
I don’t think we should take down a statue of a confederate “hero,” or any other historical figure because the person was a bad person by today’s standards. I know, I know… It’s important to know that I am a cis white dude, and I can cry
Every parent has gotten into battles of wits with a five-year-old. And every parent has lost. More than once. A useful phrase I once heard regarding parenting—though it applies in any disagreement: “If you raise your voice you’ve already lost.”[1] If you find yourself yelling at a
In Which I Think About Life and Death via Strangers and Dear Friends I am fifty-one years old. Like many people my age, it wouldn’t take long listening to hear us lament that we are old, and if you’re older than me you probably think the same thing
Stigma Signaling. On being wrong and wanting to be wrong.
I recently read Three Uses of the Knife: On the Nature and Purpose of Drama, written by David Mamet in 1998. I've long though of Mamet as a curmudgeonly aîné terrible who typifies the boomer approach of believing their generation to be the best measure of human, but
Electoral Dysfunction I hate liberals. I also hate Liberals. I hate Democrats. I hate Republicans and conservatives and Libertarians and communists and authoritarians and, well, you get the idea. My personal values overlap with a few of those groups, but I struggle to identify myself as part of them. I