Mine

When I used to live at home, my cat would wake me in the morning, by sitting on my chest and staring at me, saying with her eyes that she wanted to play. You’ve got the same look in your eyes now, crouched above me, straddling my chest. You want …

Protesting is a beginning, at best

This was written on the eve of the inauguration of Donald Trump as United States President. As I set down these thoughts many people I knew were preparing to protest this. Knowing this I felt … uneasy. Not filled with hope. I felt like I needed to say something about …

Thoughts on intense friendships

I wrote about friendship over two years ago and found myself wanting to do so again. Rather than attempt to revise what I wrote last time I intentionally didn’t read my last effort. Instead I approached the topic with a clean mental slate. I’ll leave it to you to decide …

What do I say?

What do I say to you who are women, when I am a man? What do I say to you who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, when I am straight? What do I say to you who are Black, Latino, Asian, Indigenous, when I am White? What do I …

Resolving America’s Original Sin

As many of you know I was raised Catholic. There’s a thing, therein, called original sin. If you’re not familiar with that concept it’s the idea that there is one, first bad act, that has tainted everything that came after it. Whether you believe in talking snakes and magic apples …