In Loco Parentis

A while ago a colleague asked me what being a parent was like. I was having a bad parenting day and immediately said, "Oh, it's awful!" She laughed, but later I felt bad about it. What if being a parent was her dream? What if she'd been struggling for years to be a...

When I Am Killed by a Mass Shooter …

I know that statistically, I'm more likely to be killed in a car than a mass shooting, but it's starting to feel like the odds are shifting. When my turn comes to be shot with a couple dozen other people, here's what I want people to say about me when the TV people...

Love and Hope and Sex and Dreams

As anyone who has read my blog over the past year or so knows, I try to keep my posts short while I explore the deeper meaning of things. A music review or thoughts about running are portals to ways I make sense of the world around me. Since I launched the blog in...

Sorting It All Out: The Many Meanings of Life

The answer to the question "What is the meaning of life?" is elusive for at least two reasons. The first is obvious: there is no one meaning. What life means is up to each individual to determine. But more importantly, it's elusive because people tend to look for it...

Running Home

  I've done my share of complaining about my hometown of St. Joseph, Missouri, since I moved away at 18, but there has always been one thing that redeemed it. Today, I'm adding another. Designed in 1918, the city's Parkway–a 26-mile stretch of greenspace...

Life, Unqualified

As a writer, qualifiers are useful. Words and phrases like "usually," "almost always," or "mostly" buy room for the likelihood that a statement will not always be true. Last night, as I often do, I was journaling about my failings of the day. Usually at the end of...