The only time in my life I ever saw a psychologist was right after my parents divorced, and my well-meaning mother hauled us in to talk about our feelings and stuff. (Turned out that much of the problem was the man she was seeing, who later thoroughly convicted himself as the most evil person with whom … Read more
My parents were married for 15 years. They’ve been divorced for 32. Mom’s been in heaven for 13. I just found out tonight that my sister Jenny has the engagement ring Dad gave Mom in (probably) 1966. She’s actually wearing it day to day right now. She’s lost too much weight for her own ring … Read more
#EndFathersDay is trending on Twitter as I type, because men are violent, evil, and oppressive, and a holiday celebrating them in any capacity has no place in civil society. Or something. Now there are reports that it’s a “hoax.” Consider that with me. What does it even mean? Does it change that many people ran … Read more