I don't know how to write this post without making myself look like a total asshole. So I won't. Because I am being a total asshole. At least recently. I have been having the most horrible, mean-spirited and hateful thoughts about another person and no amount...
The first draft of this essay was written in early October. I stopped writing it because I did not fully understand what I was trying to say. It started as a revelation of one of my most shameful coping mechanisms. I stopped myself from going...
I read an article a couple of weeks ago that won't stop buzzing around in my brain like an irritating house fly. I feel the urge to pick at it like a ripe scab; take it apart, exam its premise and file it under nonsense....
On August 28th, 1987 I know exactly where I was and what I was doing. I was nine. It was Friday and one of the last days of summer before the first day of 4th grade. That morning I was just another American kid riding my pink, banana-seat...