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January 24, 2016

When I discovered Facebook for myself about seven years ago, I also discovered that I could inadvertently offend old friends and acquaintances through this novel medium. Hello, strange new world!

Once I realized that all of the old faces from high school were now only a click away, I started clicking and then clicked some more. I became fast “friends” with both people who had loved me and with those who had scorned me in years gone by. I became friends with peop...

December 20, 2015

How does something qualify for accomplishment status? How do we know when some action of ours is truly noteworthy? How do we know when some measure of our physical fitness, professional efforts, financial situation, or intellectual enlightenment is really worthy of celebration?

 

What about if there is no celebration, because there are a lot of Olympians who train for years and then come home empty-handed. What if there is no visible, tangible reward singling out...

December 12, 2015

If a man bares his soul and no one is around to hear it, does he even make a sound? Or put another way, if a man hurls profane globs of bigotry and hatred but doesn’t have millions of dollars to buy publicity, is he just another racist passing through the troughs of the corner bar?

 

I guess what I’m trying to ask is, why are Donald Trump’s words given more attention than yours or mine? I guess I’m wondering why people listen intently to postgame interviews with...

November 30, 2015

Lately I’ve been attempting to expand my social media empire by plowing sword-first through the jungly territories of Facebook and Twitter. Writers nowadays are expected to be so much more than just heartbreaking wordsmiths with an affection for alcohol and melodrama. We are expected to be social media gurus and masters of self-promotion, even if our masterpieces are still in the oven.

 

So, in the name of building a readership for myself in an age of duck-faced...

November 8, 2015

 

We weren’t supposed to be watching The Late Show Starring Joan Rivers, but technically the show was no longer starring the late-night Queen of Comedy: hosting duties had been taken over by Arsenio Hall. Plus, our activities were nestled safely away from the outside world (i.e., Mom and Dad), so the problem of censorship ceased to exist. In fact, when my brothers and I were tucked into the fantastical bubble of a blanket fort in the basement playroom, it seemed...