First posted in August 2012 Shame And Regret: The Sting of Social Stigma has more of a wallop five years later than four years earlier. We as a race must get something out of persecuting the disenfranchised and marginalized friends, family's, lovers, idols, and heroes. Maybe we ought to look inside ourselves and find that kernel of fear. … Continue reading Shame and Regret: The Sting of Social Stigma
Once I assumed the role of cook a couple of years ago, I planned my menu so that every other day I’d prepare a new meal. The only cookbook I owned was a 1960’s copy of Betty Crocker’s Cookbook. This cookbook was my mother’s, and if you saw it, you’d think Betty Crocker herself passed it […]
Our dog Jenni is a Soft-Coated Wheaten Terrier. The Wheaten was bred in Ireland for over 200 years to be an all-purpose farm dog. They share a common ancestry with the Kerry Blue Terrier and the Irish Terrier. In Ireland, they were commonly referred to as the "Poor Man's Wolfhound." The Wheaten was not recognized as a breed in Ireland until … Continue reading Ker-Plunk!
I first met Mani A. a few months after my father died when I was fifteen. He appeared from around a blind corner where Wong-Su restaurant and Teddy's Tavern meet like a knife's edge. He was a restless, sinewy, no-nonsense blond wearing his older-brother's-hand-me-downs. I apologized and excused myself immediately, but he roared to life … Continue reading Finally Understanding Life As Mani A.
I think my mother coined this adage: However long you think it'll take, or, however much you think it'll cost, double it! Is it age? Competency? Vim and Vigor? How come we never see Martha Stewart experience the notorious exploding bag of flour, or Ty Pennington experience driving a wood chisel through his hand? Oh no, both … Continue reading You Can Remove A Gall Bladder Faster
No, my mother lived a small, tightly wound existence, and like those gated-communities with elaborate, electronic gates and guard-posts manned by ex-militia, she'd honed the art of deflection, quickly interrupting my admission like a towering volley ball player blocking an opponents spike,
No rhetoric; no sublime style; no lexicons or etymology. Pure and simple disclosure of disquieting issues. Please, REPOST THIS ON YOUR BLOG. Personally, I prefer privacy over publicity; I exposed my life in the hope that the stigmas of mental illness, obesity, and homosexuality might be reconsidered to be human conditions worthy of respect and … Continue reading Chicago Tribune Feature – Published Sun., Aug. 26