Hubris
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What Hath God Wrought? Email & Texting
“On the other side of the Facebook coin, there’s ‘online validation’: buying 500 ‘likes,’ for example, for $6.99. According to one validation provider in an odd effort to reassure customers, their ‘likes’ are…
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Jam Session & A Tribute to My Father
“As my father was born on June 2, 1892, I never fail to think of him this month. A sugar broker who loved his job and the commodity, he would have been horrified…
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The Cotton Bale & The 20s Chevy: A Story from My Father (Revisited)
“We started with an outhouse in the yard and a hand pump in the kitchen. The contractor installed indoor plumbing, but the house was still drafty and we had a single wood stove…
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Love on East 13th Street: IV, Ever After
“I burned most of the day kicking around, eyeing my watch. I passed a few lookers on the way home who, under normal circumstances, might have earned a second or third leer, but…
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Stay Woke: Accept Nothing on Face Value
“Now, yet another front has opened up in the battle against deception. Technology has advanced to such a degree that the adage ‘seeing is believing’ is no longer a guarantor of veracity. So,…
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A Late Quatrain for Mr. Carroll
“Pop saw no reason that my youth and gender should prevent me from being interesting company for him. So, while other little girls learned decorum and how to curl their hair, I listened…
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To Whom It Certainly Concerns
“When Jeff Sessions went to California and announced this program, I thought it would be tied up in the courts and never implemented. But now, here it is, being enforced by the United…
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Had Enough, Yet?
“[The administration] is characterized by powerful and continuing expressions of nationalism, identification of enemies as a unifying cause, obsession with militaristic national security and military supremacy, interlinking of religion and the ruling elite,…
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The Big Smack, or How I Found Aikido (From 2014)
“Growing up, I was interested in all the normal sorts of things my peers in suburban Pennsylvania were interested in, yet there was one thing that seemed to be mine alone, a love…
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Postcard Poems
“It’s as if our home yearns to satisfy us, although lately dinner’s been perfunctory and the dusting lackluster. In this, we sense our home’s human ambition, its human distraction. Tonight, we will loan…