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The meaning of it all….

Is Courage Bad? On Bullying

And so it stays just on the edge of vision, A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill That slows each impulse down to indecision. Most things may never happen: this one will, And realisation of it rages out In furnace-fear … Continue reading

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Human Beings: Wrong Again

The worst moment was when I sarcastically suggested we all get t-shirts, and the other jurors started a sign-up sheet.  I really wasn’t as mean as they thought I was, so I didn’t point out how ludicrous it was for … Continue reading

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The Kid is All Right

Ginsberg is home from college and Darren and I are doing what we always do when she is around: wondering who the hell raised her. We are neurotic as all get-out with self-doubt levels hovering in the high 80s, and … Continue reading

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A Few Hundred Miles to Graceland

My friend Belle (fake Disney name) used to pretend her father was Elvis Presley.  I love that about her.  (I used to pretend I was a Kennedy.)  She’s our pretty friend, the one who admitted she would think twice before … Continue reading

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The Myth of the Dinner Table

For years I have been hearing that healthy families, families with children who don’t become drug addicts or wastrels, eat dinner at the dinner table.  No watching TV, no failing to show up due to soccer commitments.  It is implied … Continue reading

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For the Sake of the Homosexual: Friendship Rules

How could you not love a boy who faked a soft-shoe like Bojangles Robinson and called you “Miss Shirley” and sang to you at your locker?  Or who pretended to have a dear friend, Ed, whom he didn’t realize was … Continue reading

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