Perspective is a funny thing. If I told you that there are two boys in the pictures above some of you would nod your head and suggest that men are just boys trapped in adult bodies. Others might wonder if that is a self deprecating comment or ask if I like referring to myself as […]
Archives for December 2013
Facebook Doesn’t Owe You Anything
He said I have a defeatist attitude and told me that I disappointed him. I won’t lie and say I am sorry he feels that way because I see no reason to be sorry for having an idea that contradicts his. You can call me what you will but I see no reason to believe […]
A Question of Priorities
“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of […]
Should We Discuss The Persecution of Phil Robertson?
I’d like to tell the people who think Phil Robertson is being persecuted to calm the duck down but I just can’t bring myself to pretend that I came up with that pun. Sadly I can’t tell you who did but I have seen it all over the place alongside a variety of opinion pieces […]
Ghostwriting And Bar Mitzvah Speeches
Two weeks ago the kid I used to hold like a football came home from middle school and told me he felt weird because he heard himself using my words at school. “Dad, it was my voice but your words coming from it.” I told him he must have sounded extra smart and incredibly eloquent […]
Sometimes Heroes Fall
Died. Sammy. Sweet Sammy has died. He is dead. His parents haven’t “lost” a child. They would never…could never…be so careless. He didn’t “pass” or “pass away.” We pass a driving test or a kidney stone. We don’t just pass through life. Sammy didn’t just pass through life. Sorrow– Rebecca Einstein Schorr Superman Sam lost […]
It Was A ‘Hair Raising’ Experience
Twenty-five years ago a guy at the gym told me that one day I would hate looking at old pictures of myself because it would make it clear that the best part of my life was behind me. I don’t remember what sort of response I provided other than a head nod because he had […]
Dear Stephen King- It’s Your Time To Buy Lunch
Dear Stephen King, I don’t mean to air our dirty laundry but it is your turn to pick up lunch or at least a cup of coffee. Been far too long since we last spoke in person, feels like forever. Hell if you force me to deal with reality I’ll concede we have never spoken […]