Next Time, I Want to Love Like a Man
Next time I fall in love, I’m going to love like a man. I’m going to barge through the door like I belong there. I’m going to believe I deserve it. I might even take it for granted. [Read more...]
Next time I fall in love, I’m going to love like a man. I’m going to barge through the door like I belong there. I’m going to believe I deserve it. I might even take it for granted. [Read more...]
I was well into my thirties the first time I expressed a preference. I think it was, “Ranch, please.” [Read more…]
Simple probabilistic reasoning suggests that if the two of us walk into an empty room, there’s a 50% chance I’ll be smarter than you — but only until someone else shows up. Read the Full Article on Substack [Read more...]
On our way home from a somewhat contentious book club meeting, my good friend Colleen accused me of avoiding confrontation. I told her I didn’t want to talk about it. [Read more…]
1950 As a child of five, the finest literature available to me was The Little Golden Books. My favorite characters were Chip ‘n Dale – the chipmunks, not the dancers. [Read more…]
I stare into the gaping maw of the pool, sporting a bright pink, ruffle-skirted, never-been-wet bathing suit — a perfectly feigned model of 9-year-old composure, dignity and self-confidence. Everywhere but in my head. [Read more…]
“The Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist is a central dogma of the Catholic faith: when the priest consecrates bread and wine during the Mass, they are transformed into the literal body and blood, soul and divinity of Jesus [Read more...]
While Catholic school was never a rich breeding ground for independent thinking, I do remember one occasion when I briefly toyed with the idea. It was during Freshman Civics class. [Read more…]
“I can believe anything, provided it’s incredible.” ~ Oscar Wilde For the first 32 years of my life, doubt was rarely my initial or even secondary reaction to the incredible, and neither maturity nor experience did much to heighten my [Read more...]
It was 1978 when I abandoned the asymmetric warfare of marriage. [Read more…]