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In 1990, I had a falling out with Christianity, a rift caused by an epiphany I experienced in the very throes of trying to see the Light. In today’s rising tide of evangelicals and our neighborhood flood of Hasidim, I am reminded of that falling out, a turning point at which I became fundamentally opposed […]

Honoring my newest decade starting June 15, I wanted to pay homage to my previous two. My wife, with mild trepidation, approved this missive. Mirage A Trois Marinating in the afterglow of my 40th birthday weekend, with the yard cleaned and the dishwasher on its fifth cycle, my wife and I shut out the lights […]

A quick reflection this memorial day (5.28.2018), remembering my friends who served.  Thank you. The Crossing “I was in Vietnam,” was what he said “I was a vitamin,” is what I heard. You need to speak loudly to be heard on a small sailboat reaching downwind in a heavy sea. And Pete, who was generally […]

As they say at the movies, “based (loosely) on actual events.” Thanks and apologies to Helena Antonaccio.   Forbidden Fruit Playboy’s Miss June, 1969. She stared up at us from the floor of the tree fort, half sitting and half standing on the edge of a light brown velvety couch. She was alone and held an […]

INTRO VAMP Invariably, behind every great tune is a love story. Love won, lost, or labored. Love sick, struck or stuck. It’s the bedrock for the blues, the soulful moans of inspired ballads, and the giddy catalyst that inflicts a host of pop lyricists with irrepressible blather about the urge to dance.  It fans Christians […]

First pants. Then shoes. The wisdom of this core principle has successfully guided dressing practices since the dawn of pants and enjoys the rare distinction of almost complete bipartisan support. It’s also noteworthy, that since its inception, this adage has almost entirely eradicated all incidences of post traumatic dress disorder. Most important, the purity of […]

The doctor on call for my June 29 appendectomy happened to be a proctologist, one of the many random details that came rushing at me as my gurney careened toward the operating room. In the 15 minute Tsunami of activity that had taken place between determining my appendix was counting down to detonation and the looming surgery, I had barely begun to…