{169} to repair with gold

2016, like 2009, has been for me personally “the year of therapy.” Not that therapy is always something so neatly boxed up with start and end dates — the therapy of 2009 started in mid 2008 and ended in late 2010, for instance. Even then I knew it...

{162} Not feeling generous

So yesterday I poured my heart into a post that meant a lot to me. There were a few supportive comments (thank you!) and one…not so supportive. I’m not here to hash out what that one person meant to do, or what their intention was, but to say that the net...

{160} 25 Conservative Hypocrisies I Have Known

Just a list, because there are many. “Pro-life” activists who are also pro-death-penalty “Family values” supporters who are fine with parents kicking their children out of the house because gay/trans/sexually active/pregnant. All those critics...

{153} Failure of words

About the only skill I have to offer anyone is my ability to craft words. Even that is limited — I’m not poetically inclined, there is little that can be described as “moving” or “transcendent” in my prose. A reflection of my own...