This story begins in late October 1999. If it were a movie, the opening scene would be me driving a really shitty car, running countless red lights and stop signs, with a screaming 18-year-old woman (my daughter) sticking her bare right foot out of the passenger side window as everyone in the car is yelling…
Editor’s note: This was first published back on Christmas Eve of 2009. The world was a dramatically different place back then. Accordingly, it has been nuanced over the years since its first publication. The message it intends to convey, however, is timeless. This year… 2022… The world is in an especially troubling place. Even as…
The weapon of choice is not the problem. The problem is the decision to use a weapon to solve the problem.
On June 30th, 2019, after a mercifully-brief and terribly unforgiving illness, Denise passed away in a hospital bed somewhere in Brooklyn New York. I don’t know when she was born, I don’t know where in Brooklyn she lived, I never met her in person… no idea what she looked like… and I never talked to…
He was always happy and full of life and fearless and resilient… and he was never sick.
Ever.