Category: First Person
Heading Seventeen Degrees Westerly Of True North From Herlong Junction
A few words from a momentarily homeless editor emeritus.
Hope for the Best, Prepare for the Worst: Hurricane Florence
I drove a few hundred miles to trade my two youngest children for a generator, gasoline, and 3 Walmart bag of batteries and various illumination devices. Though it might sound like the plot to the next Mad Max movie, I deemed it a responsible parenting decision.
To Buy Or Not To Buy
Should I buy a car from Larry’s Automobiles, a dealer known colloquially as Larry’s Lemons?
My Feminism is Not a Novelty
Without my feminist foremothers, I could not vote, own property, practice law, effectively decide the size of my family, etc. American women owe a lot to feminism, whether they admit it or not. Nevertheless, I admit to finding myself bristling- and rolling my eyes- at much of what passes for feminism today.
Social Science and Fiction: Interlude
Last time, I promised you I would write a bit about microfoundations. I will not be doing that today. I apologize for breaking my promise, but it is to my great sorrow that I must digress. Instead of the planned topic, I will revisit motivation. More specifically, I will revisit my own motivation for the campaign I am running right now.
Droning the Libs
So, the other day I tweeted disagreement with popular Twitter personality Jesse Kelly, and found myself at the bottom of a dog pile.
The Electrifying Aretha Franklin
I can’t say for certain when the first time I ever heard an Aretha Franklin album was. Her music was simply always there, in the the same way that Ella’s music was always there. I was weaned on her music, and to it.
Sunday!
Today is Wendell Berry’s birthday. He’s 84. May his 85th year on this planet be a bountiful and invigorating one. Maribou elaborates on her feelings about his work, inside.
Lessons in Parenting, Baseball, and Optometry
I felt so disappointed for my son in his inability to excel at baseball. I had simply concluded that he lacked talent, and that was that. Of course, I would cheer him on and encourage him as long as he was interested, but, I assumed, the writing was on the wall. I pigeonholed him as “not an athlete”, just like me. Knowing now that it is quite likely that his vision was at least partially to blame for his trouble is a humbling reminder: our kids are not just small versions of ourselves.
America, the Awesome
Burt Likko has one of those sorts of problems that really aren’t such bad problems to have.
Fighting on Twitter Doesn’t Have to Make You a Loser
You know what they say about fighting on the internet: even if you win, you’re still a loser. But Twitter has taught me that it can actually be good for you, if you do it right.
Letter to younger myself #1: The anti-gay rights amendment
Advice to a supporter of a controversial anti-gay rights amendment.
Me and “Once Upon A Time In The West” – An Epic Journey/A Sordid Confession
Fan? I’ve Seen It Over 100 Times on Three Continents!
