On Masks and Freedom

Like the proverbial pair of gloves in a hockey fight, like the wheels on my so-called golf game, like the peeling paint on the back deck and that famed dress at an after-prom party (so I've been told), the masks are coming off. Some 15 months after we all were forced behind our cloth shields… Continue reading On Masks and Freedom

The Joy$ of Owning a Home

An electrician, a very friendly Southern gentleman with a twang as thick as Stone Mountain, is poking around the wiring on our deck right now, trying to ascertain why a couple outlets there don't work and why the fan runs, at top speed, about as fast as I do. Down in our basement, a basement… Continue reading The Joy$ of Owning a Home

Coming Out

The whole idea of needles, when you stop to think about it (which I'm already realizing is probably not something you want to do), is pretty medieval. Throw in the slightly kooky concept of vaccines -- which are often, but not always, an actual smidgen of the very sickness that you're trying to avoid --… Continue reading Coming Out

More Perfect

At one point late in the musical "Hamilton," Lin-Manuel Miranda's title character stands center stage, utterly broken. Tragedy, brought on by his hubris and weakness, has overwhelmed him. He is stripped of his vanity, of his pride, of his strength. The moment, the song, is the most poignant and human in the entire 11-time Tony… Continue reading More Perfect

Optimism is Hard

The relentless question, even after the arguing and debating and philosophizing is all played out, lingers: Would you rather live your life willfully and happily discounting the anvils constantly dropping from the sky, or spend your days nervously looking for cover in the hopes of sidestepping a few of them as they inevitably fall? I… Continue reading Optimism is Hard

Looking To Twenty-One

We're in the final hour, if I've timed this right, of the most memorable, awful, scary, weird, frustrating, infuriating year of our lives. Midnight absolutely can't get here soon enough. Springsteen warns about that kind of thinking, about rooting on tomorrow to come while missing out on today: My soul checked out missing as I… Continue reading Looking To Twenty-One