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All Seriousness Aside

Waking up every day to Trump and his GOP enablers has become the psychological (emphasis on “psycho”) and moral equivalent to living on the ground floor of a two-story outhouse. Every day I feel as if I have to shovel my way out from under a relentless discharge of lies, racist rhetoric, ignorance, and partisan […]

Winter is coming. The mornings have a little bite to them. The shadows are getting longer earlier. A few days ago the elm over the driveway dumped half of its leaves in the time it took me to get from the car door to the side door of the house. Tuesday it rained 8 inches […]

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 […]

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 a man of very few words and hadn’t uttered a single one in over […]

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 […]

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…