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2000 The hardcore chemotherapy commenced just as the sweltering summer of 2000 settled into its sustained, apathetic groove. Our family took turns getting my mother to her appointments, and while…
2000 The hardcore chemotherapy commenced just as the sweltering summer of 2000 settled into its sustained, apathetic groove. Our family took turns getting my mother to her appointments, and while…
1997 When you are young or healthy enough to not know better, or need to know any differently, you won’t spend a great deal of time pondering the ways our…
I. You Can’t Go Home Again, someone once wrote And he was wrong. Of course you can—all you have to do is never leave— Leaving it behind does not mean…
I have written more than once about my mother (here and here) but I haven't said a great deal (here) about my old man. That is, in part, because he…
Right. So what's scarier: a grown man dressed in a bunny costume, an actual adult-sized Bunny, or whatever chemicals comprise these things? Or, you know, this "bunny". Or Jimmy Stewart…
I. Fighting doesn’t solve anything. Everyone knows that. But then, the point of fighting is not usually to solve anything, it’s to settle something. There is a significant discrepancy between…
As the Beltway blowhards get their onanism on while the pitiful children in charge of government have their long-awaited tantrum (will the government shut down or not? To flee or…
I. Il n’y pas hors-texte. Or, there is nothing outside the text. If the names Barthes, Foucault and Saussure (for starters) mean nothing to you, it would be difficult to…
#Winning. No, not Charlie Sheen; the Internet. Once again, random acts of staggering genius elevates our common humanity. And then there is Lionel Richie. If you didn't --or don't-- appreciate…
I. L’amour de l’art fait perdre l’amour vrai. Or, the love of art makes one lose real love (attributed to Richepin). As quoted by Vincent Van Gogh in one his…