Given that I only hang with you only once each week, Good Reader, I'm normally reluctant to continue a dialogue from the previous week. But there are exceptions that feel important to me, and this is one of them.
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I step out of the bank and see the red low-rider truck pushing down the street. Ironic that it’s Charleston Boulevard.
Celebrities open our souls to joy, hope, and purpose. And as recent scandals remind us, celebrities often forge public faces that are hid ugly human sides.
We can only promise not to harm. Never not to hurt. Because sometimes the only way not to harm is to hurt.
Value love and friendship. Pay attention, celebrate and be grateful. Because we simply never know. Human beings have no rights or claims on the ever-so brief moments they are given to be together.
It’s shameless fun to watch couples find a renewed momentum for the work of marriage. To watch them stop confronting each other and start confronting themselves.
A father’s selfless love benefits than those he loves. His selfless love benefits the father, too. It rescues and redeems his soul.
Abandoning all symbolic understanding of sex and gender on the grounds that we are especially enlightened and very cool is desperately unenlightened and not the least cool.
Don’t get married unless you think it’s a good thing to be totally, radically exposed. Because you will be. Love grows intimacy. And intimacy exposes us.
“Stress gurus” usually offer a simple — and patronizing — solution: “Relax.” It’s more useful to identify the fundamental sources of stress and deal with those.
It takes a lot of courage to risk dreaming. And it takes a lot of courage to walk away from the tombs of dreams unrealized.
Baltimore Mom becomes icon of our collective frustration regarding permissive and absent parents. She is a prototypical mother in whom terror, outrage and shame collide.
It takes energy and empathy. It takes the ability to teach. And it takes the willingness to let your children go to live their own lives.
It’s a beautiful thing to stand in the presence of a couple’s love, fidelity and mutual respect. Thriving marriages pour light into the world.
I just got off the phone with Elie Khoury, owner of Larry’s Great Western Meats. For a guy who can’t be very happy with me, he’s very understanding. He believes me. He knows I meant him no harm.
Hiding hate behind the mask of pathological religion is a disturbing and dangerous thing.
Sunday was the highest of High Holy Days for Christians — Easter! But, even if you are one of those folks who swear you don’t have a religious bone in your body … well, the story can still compel and inspire.
Let’s talk about mothers and sons. We live in a world absent shared symbols, ceremonies and rituals for rites of passage into manhood. In the premodern world, these rites were universal and effective. Every culture, every tribe made overt the vital and necessary steps from puberty to manhood. Today, this journey is left largely to the clinical observations of psychology.
I know a published novelist. She is my friend. She is brilliant. A birth accident left her with cerebral palsy. Her speech is difficult to understand. Although she can ambulate, her gait is awkward. The motor skills of her arms and hands are functional, but impaired. But, cognitively, she’s perfect. She is a perfectly normal human being trapped in a disabled body.
The most common enemies of marriage are treacherously subtle. Domestic violence, infidelity, addiction, vicious arguments — these enemies of marriage are obvious. But they are not the most common enemies. Just the most obvious.
For the longest time, I didn’t believe in the Easter Bunny. And then I met her. The Easter Bunny is Jewish. Who’da thought. You gotta love the irony. Her name is Barbara. And she doesn’t hop. At least not around me.
In the swirling mystery of human sexuality, there is a line between profound, ecstatic intimacy and disturbing pathology. I’m not in the business of deciding where that line is for you. But there is a line. And observing and investigating that line is an important exercise.
I “met” one of my favorite teachers at the age of 15, whilst a sophomore in high school. Born in the mid-fourth century B.C.E., Euclid of Alexandria launched Euclidian geometry on a collision course with yours truly. Time of impact: 1972.
Third-century Christian bishop gets his head cut off on 2/14. Geoffrey Chaucer writes a poem about randy birds who get it on, by sheer coincidence, on the day the Roman Catholic Church remembers the headless bishop.
I can be in a relationship with you. Or I can manage a relationship with you. I prefer to be in the relationship. But, if, over time, evidence suggests it unwise to be in relationship with you, and if our work, social circles or blood lines require us to sometimes or regularly be related (or at least in the same room) … then I will manage the relationship.
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