How a Fictional Cop from Baltimore and a Real One from New York Changed my Life“That’s not for you, Gabriel.” That was a near-constant refrain of my mother, a short, serious librarian who had very clear ideas about…Sep 20Sep 20
When the Theatre is Small; the Love is LargeFinding blood in your underwear is never a good thing. It’s particularly bad if you find blood in your underwear when you’re mid-way…Jul 23Jul 23
Maybe Growing Up is Realizing Wes Anderson is Full of ShitI saw Rushmore in the theatre with a friend who is no longer my friend. Nothing “happened” with us. In fact, a few years after we saw…Jun 252Jun 252
Why I Visit the Cemetery Where My Parents Will One Day Be“Are you alright?” my mother asked me one day a year or two ago.Apr 18Apr 18
Police Suicide: A Failure to Look for the HelpersIt’s interesting to me that law enforcement has been keeping, collecting, and analyzing data on police officers assaulted or killed in…Feb 19Feb 19
On The Inevitable Lightness of Democracy’s Death SpiralIt’s the New Hampshire Primary tonight so, naturally, I’m thinking about the scene in the John Waters film “Pecker” where Edward Furlong…Jan 24Jan 24
Memories of a Psych Hospital SantaJust as there are Santa's at shopping malls and at your local fire station’s Christmas morning pancake breakfast, there are Santa's in…Dec 23, 20232Dec 23, 20232
This Suicide Awareness Month: Go Ahead; Politicize Suicide Prevention“Don’t politicize suicide prevention,” they say, while forcing LGBTQIA+ kids into the shadows and into the closet.Sep 23, 20232Sep 23, 20232
If You See Something (Should You) Say Something(?):I’d like to write a funny essay today, but I don’t feel funny or feel like being funny. Maybe it’s too hot to be funny. Maybe it’s because…Jul 20, 2023Jul 20, 2023