The State of Pox: Sexuality, Shame and Dogma

Recently, I went down the rabbit hole and left needing a shower to wash off the filth. I find this particular movement so disgusting and disturbing I have to keep coming back to this post to finish it. The topic makes me angry and I am using this post to speak out about it. As... Continue Reading →

John Steinbeck on Falling in Love: A 1958 Letter to his son

Wish I had learned this truth sooner. Now that I know, I hope I can pass it on. Taken from John Steinbeck's book: Steinbeck: A Life in Letters. I found the text on Maria Popova's Brain Picking's page. New York November 10, 1958 Dear Thom: We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my... Continue Reading →

Beautiful laughing children

Had a store full of beautiful laughing children today. Don't ever settle for a relationship where your partner tells you the time or the money isn't right to start a family but refuses to tell you when and how much will make it right. What they are really telling you is the time and the money... Continue Reading →

A letter to my step-son

Hi L.., I decided since you are a teenager it would be better to write to you instead of embarrassing you by doing that parental thing of…um…you know…talking. Let’s get a few things out of the way. First of I’m very proud of you.  Over the last several years you have consistently made sound decisions... Continue Reading →

Life Lessons: A Boy’s War

This is not the path I wanted for my life. It is the path I choose. For example, I don’t have any children. I’m not going to get into semantics but just to maintain full-disclosure: I haven’t seen my daughter since she was five. She is twenty-two now (but I’ve talked about that elsewhere and... Continue Reading →

Redux: It’s amazing what a boy will do for a little piece of tail

For a father there are little moments of unadulterated terror. For teen fathers it is all terror - at least for me. You see the life you imagined dissolving into the life you've chosen. I'm not complaining - my daughter was the single best gift of my life - but the reality is nothing can... Continue Reading →

The Things I Carry: The Jell-O Mold (Part 3)

When I started this little writing project the goal was to give internal pains an external form - a picture, a shape, an image and a few words. It seemed so simple. There should be nothing difficult about expressing these truths. But each time I sit down and start to write I choke and gag.... Continue Reading →

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