The final moments of 2016 are dwindling down, and I couldn’t be happier to see it go. This past year has been beset with the mourning of transgressive icons of culture, the near-death of American discourse, and an ungodly amount of personal turmoil on the part of yours truly. It hasn’t just been me, either. […]
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In which I deconstruct recent losses, both for myself and for the world.
Well, it’s been a month. Things got off to a hefty start, what with working dragon*con and all. I’ve given anyone who asked about the experience some version of the same response: “It was fun, but tiring.” When I returned home from Atlanta, I very quickly came down with a case of the ‘con crud, […]
I’ve been home from Dragon*Con for a little more than a week now, and I’m still trying to figure out how to describe this year. Like so many things, it was a hodge-podge of awesome and infuriating. The ‘con is many things to many people. To me, it represents more of a family reunion than […]
Today would have been your forty-third birthday. In our family, we tend to celebrate birthdays in groups: my grandmother, mother and uncle in March; the twins and a cousin in July; and then you and I in August. I’ve never been particularly fond of birthdays, and not for the superficial reason many give of being […]
Today was like any other. I woke up somewhat early (after sleeping way too much yesterday and last nite), had some toast and got ready for work. I minded my own business. Then, via my friend Cali on Facebook, I learned of this: Suspected child abuser Bradley Harlan Boda was arrested at his parents’ home […]
I would write about myself on that day: where I was, what I was doing, how I found out, my reactions … but those aren’t important, because this isn’t about me. This is about them: 3,000 people whose voices were permanently silenced on that fateful day. We will never forget, in New York and all […]
I’ve been struggling to find the right words since that night. I’m not sure I have any more now. I feel much like a drowning victim — gasping for air, fighting and clawing for something, anything — and yet, finding nothing. I could spend the next several hours writing, rewriting, erasing and yet still rewriting, […]
You know that you care for someone … so much so that sometimes you feel that your heart, your soul, perhaps even your entire being will explode from this thing, this feeling that seems as if it’s too big for you to hold. You know that you have done things for her that have forced […]