Another year, another trip to the Indiana State Fair. This time we actually invited friends and some of them showed up!
I had planned to go to my high school reunion. Instead, I went looking for answers that weren’t there.
When someone doesn’t fit society’s definition of male or female we often censor the parts of their identity we don’t understand.
Being diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes is scary, especially when there’s no choice but to dine out. Are there places I can safely eat? Yes, there are.
The recent death of Ben Speer leaves the world of southern gospel music without a link to an important part of its heritage.
Resistance is brutal and we risk losing ourselves in the commitment to a cause.
We’ve evolved over the years, moving from fiction to non-fiction and now news. We could use some help.
It’s my birthday, which means I get to write and post whatever the fuck I want. Not even trying to be polite. This is how the next year starts.
I took the world’s worst selfies this morning. Consider this a teaching moment. Don’t take selfies.
We’ve yelled, we’ve screamed, we’ve written, we’ve called, and for what? I am tired of tilting at windmills. Perhaps it is time to move on.
We were excited when Covergirl announced James Charles as its spokesmodel. Boys wearing makeup is still a cautious issue, though, even in second grade.
Is there life outside the all-consuming fashion weeks? Apparently so, since everyone else is still living. We took a moment to examine what else is going on
HuffPo has opened a new section called When To Jump. The articles are supposed to be encouraging, but for many people, our feet are shackled by poverty.
We’ve now had seven straight days of rain and the weather forecast isn’t looking any better. Weathering this persistent weather is taking a toll. Help!
Games people play was first a song and then a book but always a reality. Can we live without playing games?
Kat encountered an act of domestic violence on her way home last night. She did what any Marine would do: put a stop to it. There’s more to the story.
18 years ago, I thought I was done having children. Three boys were enough. Then I met Kat. Kat has a daughter. We call her Tippy. She calls me Daddy.
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