This week, I worked the pole. Erm, I mean I worked the polls. I was an election worker. Surely the music and body glitter of working the pole would be far more…
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My dad has never taken off his wedding ring. Yard work? Harsh solvents? Vietnam? Nope. He’s had that gold band on for 50 years. I’m more of an on-again, off-again kind of…
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A neighbor kid is mowing the yard next door. He’s saving up for a car, so he mows that yard maybe more often than it really needs. His name is Hoke. I…
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As is the custom of my people, we gathered to pay homage to the teenyboppers of our youth. That’s right, people. I saw New Kids on the Block in concert. Me and…
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The only new year’s resolution I’ve ever really knocked out of the park was deciding my freshman year of college to floss every day. Did this save me from periodontal disease? No,…
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I voted on Tuesday. You know, like a decent human. As I was driving up to my polling place, I saw a woman striding with purpose down the sidewalk. And I thought,…
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I’ve been a tiny bit reticent to jump into the “me, too” fray for one seriously messed-up reason: what happened to me wasn’t *that* bad. Like, it could have been so much…
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Did you feel a slight seismic tremor yesterday? It was a woman saying, “Fuck right off.” Except in nicer language. My pal serves on a volunteer board of four men and four…
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About two weeks ago, I drug my sorry self to the dermatologist to get carved up. I hadn’t been for a while, and I was pretty sure he would want to slice…
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Last week, I visited the Statue of Liberty. As you do. It was part of a three-day whirlwind trip to NYC with a friend. And for those keeping score at home, yes,…