This Sort of Person or That Sort of Person

I have mixed feelings about self-help books. I recently read a scathing piece on the self-industry which characterized self-gurus as con artists convincing you that you are inadequate so that you'll buy more products promising easy fixes. Well, some doctors sell you snake oil and some doctors make you better. So while I may have …

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Fathers

Oh fathers. Dads. Heroes. Monsters. Step-dads. Foster dads. Father figures. Memories. Men trying to figure out what they're doing. You may be thinking about your dad today. Some dads are kind, lifting you up, and holding your hand, and believing in you no matter what. Some dads believe in you sometimes. Depending. They try. In …

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In the Asylum

When I was a toddler, my mom spent time in a hospital in Tampa. It would have been in the summer of 1971 or 72, right around the time of The Baker Act. I don't know if that had anything to do with her time in the hospital. I know that she tried to harm …

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That Holiday Again

It's that holiday again. Every holiday seems to come with issues, right? New Year's Day has its resolutions and people who mock resolutions. It makes Facebook hit us with the-year-in-review, which for some folks is more of a reminder-of-heartache-loss-and failure. Thanks, FB! Valentine's Day makes some lovers happy, makes some lovers guilty (gifts? argh!), and …

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