Manly Tears
I didn’t out and out start crying, but I teared up as I lifted her to my shoulder. And I held her so close. And I had never been happier as a dad.
Spring in Brooklyn (for the Twentysomethings)
We believe in the solstice spirit
the holy Prospect Park
the fellowship of friends
the prayers of all people
the rotation of the earth
and the light everlasting.
Blackberries: A Love Song
Blackberry ice cream is as holy as library reading logs or PVC swordfights.
Mutual Respect in the Streets
One Monday morning a couple weeks ago, a man did something I should have been prepared for.
Your Dirty Computer
Dirty Computer is more than a sixty-minute summer sex jam: it’s a celebration, a “fuck you,” and a challenge.
Year Three
Now we’re nearing the end of year three, and I’m happy to say that while we haven’t quite stopped having conflicts about the small things, we’ve at least stopped feeling ashamed about them.
On Grand Rapids’ Not-So-Rapid Bus—And Why I Love It
Riding the bus requires a release of control. The person using a wheelchair has the priority now; whatever my plans were, they can wait. We’re both riding the same bus, and we’ll get there when we get there.
The Billion-Dollar Business of Donated Clothes
I have a sinking suspicion that most issues work this way—they deeper we go, the more tangled we find ourselves, looking in vain for an exit.
Silver, and Gold, and Dross
“Golden Boy.” As gold is king among metals, so was he a paragon among humanity. Like a sun, he beamed a perfect smile, seemingly always happy. People basked in his radiance.
Teenagers
Teenagers, though, go right for the emotional jugular, draining self-esteem and confidence dry and leaving a husk of a defeated therapist.
