Touched

My personal shirts collection

Years ago, in my twenties, back when I hid my tears, I found myself lodged between the screams of my mother and my girlfriend. We’d driven up from San Francisco to my grandpa’s house where now only my mom lived.

We chose an Italian restaurant. At dinner, my girlfriend … Read more...

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Enlightenment?

dried leaf falling on ground

I meditated so deeply today that my body disappeared.

And I floated up out of my chair, up out of my office, leaving that small square of darkness behind. As I floated up I could see all the rooms, my daughters sleeping, my wife shifting in our bed, the dog by the window, the empt… Read more...

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Politicians Feed Us

Our Nation’s Capital

I watched an hour of the election certification hearing last night and came to this conclusion:

Politicians should not be on TV.

Maybe then, they’d stick to making a case, instead of presenting non-facts with practiced flamboyance and one-liners.

But, oh, they are very clear o… Read more...

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The Honor of Being Slept On

man laying on bed beside dog

I woke up yesterday, was wide awake. I had ideas that needed to get out, creative energy asking for daylight.

But my arm was under my wife. I gave a slow pull but she didn’t respond. She was out.

So I laid there.

For an hour.

I thought about things, worked some stuff out. She s… Read more...

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Done with Oppression

silhouette of woman standing on beach during sunset

I’m done with stories of oppression — Twelve Years of a Slave, The Piano, The Handmaid’s Tale…

I need no more evidence of our ugliness. I know it’s there. It’s so there.

And I don’t need what comes after that either: vengeful violence of a … Read more...

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Changing People’s Minds

Person standing in boat

When we challenge someone’s core beliefs — their religion, their politics (which are often one and the same) — we threaten their worldview.

Our comments cut the line to their anchor.

And, somehow, we expect them to thank us for this.

No one wants to drift into the … Read more...

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Love & The Selection Process

I often wonder how I got with my wife.

We’re super compatible in so many ways.

And yet, I must admit, I originally noticed her at that barbecue

because she was hot.

Well, maybe there was more to it.

She wore blue jeans not a skirt.

Boots not heels.

She was working the room (or th… Read more...

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