Yes, Selma Blair. We are Doing It.
MS is like living like Cinderella. Everything is beautiful again until the clock bongs at midnight. Darn moonlight.
Category: First Person
I, Too, Became That Parent
We never thought that we would be the type of parents to consider private school. And yet.
I Love You Because You Love Me
Love is an active decision we make after being thrown together by fate or destiny.
The Miracle Pot Pulled Pork Project
Believe it or not, you can make some amazing pulled pork in this thing. It’s not the same as bbq cooked for hours in a smoker, but it’s still pretty fantastic.
Challenger: Learning of Tragedy in Real Time
Days of remembrance, such as this anniversary of the Challenger disaster, remind us that along with the memories and thoughts of what we felt comes a responsibility to teach the past and the lessons from it. Not just for recording the events, but in explaining to those who didn’t live through them what it was like.
Some Thoughts on an Occasion of Sudden Death
Death is an alarm clock: love them NOW, before it’s too late. And maybe we do, maybe we go hug our significant other, tell our children we love them, vow to be more appreciative of the people in our lives. For a little while.
The History of Crisco, or What I Learned at Berkeley
How Berkeley – and Crisco – informed me that I was done with the technology industry.
In Which I Step in Some QAnon, and Can’t Get it Off Me
While I ponder how to extricate myself from the gooey mire of QAnon Twitterland, please learn a lesson from my folly: You cannot troll those who have attached themselves to perhaps the biggest troll of all time.
Resolution Number 4,000,000 Achieved
I did it like this,
I did it like that.
I did it with a soggy three-dollar Santa hat.
Observance: George HW Bush Lying in State
“Cross-section of America” is a phrase that gets overused. In the lines snaking their way through the Capitol and around a rotunda occupied by the 41st president lying in state, it was made manifest. A living, breathing example of E Pluribus Unum, queued up in neat rows waiting to pass by the honored George HW Bush.
On Wanting To Serve
Your lack of service does not make you a lesser citizen or unworthy of respect. Your success is not tainted by what you think is a catastrophic failure.
Why I’m Done With Protests
Today, I’ll admit I have no idea what an effective form of protest looks like, but getting together as a group with signs and props feels archaic and useless, almost as if it was invented by those who want any dissent to be easily dismissed.
An Essay Containing Many Lies About Portland
It’s been a month, so we’re checking in on our old friend Burt to see if he’s grown a neck beard yet.
Van Dyke Trial: When a jury “has to” convict
It’s wrong to hope for a conviction for any reason besides guilt. But I do it anyway.
