To A.A.: The weather

Dear A.A., It's hot here. Of course, "hot" here is absolutely heavenly, compared to the hot I endured for 30 years in that-state-we-shall-not-name. "Hot" here means I can still wear jeans and lightweight long sleeves, and I won't feel like signing my soul over to some ice demon, or bathing in 64 ounce Slurpees. I… Continue reading To A.A.: The weather

To A.A.: edamame

Photo of the author at the time of writing

Dear A.A., I wanted to write you fanciful stories, and write about the experiences of my life.And my siblings'.And my parents', and children's.I wanted to write all about my dreams, how they shift and curve and funhouse-reflect my waking life woes and worries. I wanted to do that, but I don't know how. Instead I… Continue reading To A.A.: edamame

“To praise despair is to condemn delight”

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain. If you can't lick 'em, join… Continue reading “To praise despair is to condemn delight”

“Take the donuts” – regarding feeling cringey about accepting help or money

"Thoreau wrote in painstaking detail about how he chose to remove himself from society to live by his own means in a little ten-by-fifteen-foot hand-hewn cabin on the side of a pond. What he left out of Walden, though, was the fact that the land he built on was borrowed from his wealthy neighbor, that… Continue reading “Take the donuts” – regarding feeling cringey about accepting help or money

Cervantes, feminism, and “you could say that his obstinacy killed him”

I shared this image with friends online, and it got a nice exchange going. My friend Jules: There’s a Jewish story in the Talmud similar to this too. “I am in love w this woman! I will die if I cannot have her!” Jewish elders: “So die then” “What if I just kissed her?” JE:… Continue reading Cervantes, feminism, and “you could say that his obstinacy killed him”