Maybe That’s Your World but it Doesn’t Have to Be Mine

View at Medium.com View at Medium.com Maybe when you were six, skipping rope, a stranger showed you a part of himself you should never have seen. Maybe when you were eleven, one of the uncles who sat around your dinner table touched you in places you didn’t even know you had. Maybe when you were…

Vive la Révolution

No one expects a revolution. Oh sure, uprisings are almost always the result of powder kegs of inequity and frustration built up over time, but no one can accurately predict the stray match which lights up the night. Who would have predicted a dearth of French cake or a shipload of too-taxed tea would be…

Dear World, Don’t Sell My Sons Short

Dear World, Do me a favor, will you? Don’t sell my sons short. Let me ‘splain. No, no time to ‘splain, let me sum up…. You, world, you sell them short each time you assume they’re going to act like Neanderthals  simply because they are in possession of testicles and a willy. You do it…

Hunting and Gathering in America

Over the past few days I’ve watched several Trump surrogates attempt to deflect questions from women, young girls, and reporters about the recent allegations against Donald Trump. Mike Pence, when given a question asked by an eleven year-old girl who felt disheartened by Trump’s language, switched to a conversation about foreign policy. Ben Carson, when…