It’s Raining.

In a few days, I have another art show! Shows never feel any less exciting or anxiety inducing, but each time I try to do something different. At my reception, I'll be giving away new things: bookmarks, stickers, and magic spells. Well, we could call them magic spells for fun or quirky, motivational-esque poems. It's …

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Being Nice

In 1991, I was sitting in a grad school class--something about literary criticism--and one of the guys in the class stated that he wasn't sexist. He'd never done anything against women, you see. He was a nice guy. This was true. He was a nice guy. I don't mean that ironically or sarcastically. A young …

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