This post is about radical acceptance

For over 20 years of my life, I was continuously the strongest I’d ever been, as I steadily and measurably increased the weights I was able to put up at the gym. I remember how proud I was when I finally hit the 315 bench press milestone, where you cockily throw three 45-pound plates on each side of the bar and grunt your accomplishment for the entire gym to hear, if not see.

But then, a spate of upper-body injuries hit me, and I’ve spent the past eight years chasing the literal highs I once attained.… Read More This post is about radical acceptance

75

Happy birthday, mom. Or … well, happy belated birthday, since I lagged until way after midnight to post this. You would’ve turned 75 today. It’s weird … and sad … (well, mostly sad) … that I have at least another two decades to say, “you would’ve been X years old today,” every year on your… Read More 75

When the Nazis are on your side

Whether you consider Trump leaving office to be cause for celebration or despair, I hope we all can agree that we still have a huge problem — namely, that a tangible segment of his supporters are Nazis.

I see so many conservatives using this caveat as a way to continue tolerating the presence of Nazis on their side, to weasel their way out of what I seriously hope is the deep discomfort that they are on the same side as Nazis.… Read More When the Nazis are on your side

Memories with Mom

This album is more for me than anyone else. It certainly isn’t for my mom, as she never liked being the center of attention. And it certainly isn’t for anyone out there on the internet, as these photos will undoubtedly mean nothing to you (though it would mean something to me if you actually looked at it).

Yet, for me, something about the idea of putting these photos out there, in public view, on an internet notorious for things being impossible to delete off of …

It’s like a form of security.… Read More Memories with Mom