Monthly Archives: September 2013

Practice being an onion

I love kids’ books. They’re brave in the same ways kids are brave. Brave in the face of the constantly unknown and — if we’re honest — the unknowable.

“What if we go somewhere else when we die?” Gavin asks.

“You mean like heaven?”

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Ban me!

It’s a curious experience to consider well-intentioned attempts at censorship. I don’t mean the assholes who object to the word vagina, or to children being empowered to think for themselves, or to uppity talking animals. I mean the mother of the only black child … Read more

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Too bright?

What if your gift — something you do well and take pleasure in — destroys what you love? What happens when your skill comes at the expense of your passion? I’m reading the Golden Spruce, a fascinating book about logging in the Pacific Northwest. The … Read more

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Bravest

“Staff is mad at me,” she says.

“Why?”

“I threw a princess party for my clients. They were all dressed up and we wore sparkly princess things and colored and had a party. My client who’s about to graduate didn’t know how to play with … Read more

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What the fuck do you know about love?

It is an unusual pleasure to be asked to officiate a wedding. And each time, I find myself, as I prepare, wondering what it is that I have to say about love. What do I know about love? What the fuck do I know?

I … Read more

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Masculine

He is rough. Ex-military, I’d guess, or possibly a ranch hand. Something hard and unforgiving. “My dad was a drill sergeant,” he tells me. “I’m not kidding. He was a drill sergeant for 12 years.” I believe him. He kicks his sunglasses onto his forehead, … Read more

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