A few years ago I made a confession about a deep secret I'd held, one that I acted on only in the privacy of my office. Just me and my computer. Here it is: I'm not Mormon but I read Mormon mom blogs. And I enjoy them. Avidly, I read about modest clothing and staying home to take care of the kids. . . .
The question of privilege. What is privilege and should we apologize for it? The concept of "privilege"--unearned advantage--has long been a staple of liberal politics. I stand as a proud progressive on virtually all political issues. But when we come to one or two social concepts, things get a . . .
This began as a post about saying goodbye and then morphed into one about mean girls. I don't think that's an accident. The stories in Dumped, Women Unfriending Women continue to swirl around in my head, along with so many questions that don't have good answers. When grown women are mean to one . . .
Our world is consumed by violence and it's only getting worse. While international horrors have taken center stage lately, closer-to-home killings at Sandy Hook and other places have faded into the public's background. But I haven't forgotten. We all, all of us, bemoan our violent culture and want . . .
"Taste all fruits before you decide" was advice a psychic gave a friend of mine many years ago, and it was right on the money. In his case, the advice seemed to apply to his desire to come out as gay, but it's true for anyone. Life really is a banquet and you don't know how much of a banquet it is . . .
I didn't have kids. Oh, a long story, but I didn't have them. Which makes it super-hard for me to relate to the plethora of essays and blog posts my peers write about raising kids, empty nests, grand-parenting. Those are pleasures I've been denied and heartaches, too, if we were honest. But I do . . .
If you're descended from Sicilians you can be part just-about-anything, because the island was constantly invaded. You can be a dark-skinned Sicilian descended from Moors or red-haired and descended from Vikings. My mother was a redhead and we'd joke about it all the time. I knew that my father's . . .
My father could be a difficult man. No, I'm not going to detail how and when or why--for this story it's enough to say that he could be difficult and we had a pretty contentious relationship well into my adulthood. I thought him a fearsome figure. But. Our relationship has strengthened . . .
Girlfriend tells me that last holiday season she had the house guest from hell. Ok, maybe that's an exaggeration. But as she described it, her house guest was a bit inconsiderate. So the holidays are coming and she's anticipating more company. Maybe you are, too. Or maybe you're going away and like . . .
Much excitement in the Bay area as our San Francisco Giants gave us a nail-biting, Valium-swallowing final game and pulled off their third World Series win in five years. There's no doubt that the last game and Series win can be laid at the feet of star pitcher Madison Bumgarden, an unassuming . . .