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...

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...

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...

Chase the Dragon: The Uses and Misuses of Memoir

We build our lives on lies. The stories we tell about our pasts are just that–stories. We either ignore the bad and romanticize the good or we ignore the good and exploit the bad. Either way, the result is less than truth. If I wrote my memoir in the traditional...

Awakenings

Today, Maggie comes home after spending election week in Washington, D.C. It reminds me of a similar trip I took in February 1984. My first plane ride and my first trip outside of the Midwest. I, like Maggie, was 17. I had somehow been recruited for a program called...