Will Not Be Moved By It

I can’t live the way I’ve been living. I’ve been overcome, overwhelmed with deep grief, deep anger, and a deeper still sense of hopelessness. For me, that’s a no-fly zone. If I feel hopeless, the[…]

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Me, Too: Everything I Can Remember

A couple of days ago, Cindy Gallop tweeted this: Men: your girlfriends haven’t told you. Your wives haven’t told you. Your daughters haven’t told you. Your female colleagues haven’t told you. Your female bosses haven’t told you.[…]

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This Tangle of Thorns

There was a boy. There was always a boy. I saw things in people they couldn’t necessarily see themselves, and that included boys. This one was no different in that regard. I saw his need[…]

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Meet Lady Rose

Back in the fall, a friend invited me to hear Gustavo Dudamel speak about creativity at UCLA. Who would turn down such an invitation? Reader, I said yes. It was a lovely experience, and yet to be[…]

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No Todos Los Hombres

So I’m at the drugstore to pick up a couple of things, post-workday, post-workout, pre-shower, etc. As I’m crossing from one aisle into another, in my peripheral vision I see a man turn in my[…]

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