Writing on adventures both exotic and banal.
In two weeks, I am flying to Rome. I’m going because if I died without seeing Rome, I’d be pissed. I am also going because I am very legalistic and proper, and Rome is the third in the tier of European cities that are must-see. And lastly, I am going because I am strongly identified […]
Read More This is the PlaceIn “Married Men” (a previous piece), I thought I was writing about how dangerously sexy I was, and how vigilantly moral I was, but as an astute reader pointed out, I was actually writing about loneliness. I couldn’t put the loneliness right out there, because if there’s one thing that’s not sexy, it’s loneliness. I […]
Read More Shaking the PandaI was mostly asleep when I heard that George Tiller had been killed, so I thought it was a bad dream. My dream self thought, that would be terrible if that happened. Shot in the head in the lobby of his Lutheran church as he waited there like a good usher to guide people in. […]
Read More Loss of LifeI didn’t ride a roller coaster until I was twenty-one. My life was basically a disaster, as it should be when you are twenty-0ne. I was submerged in a codependent romance. I was annoyed that my first three years of freedom were not more fun than rebelling against my parents. My misery led me to join my family on […]
Read More Fear and Loathing at Splash Mountain
Going On 