not all heroes wear capes
Take two minutes, for you, because you deserve it.
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the glint of light on broken glass
This is one of my earliest childhood memories. It is long before I had any siblings. I’m probably three years-old. It is the autumn of 1975. I live in the northwestern San Fernando Valley, on Topanga Canyon Boulevard, just a couple of miles south of Spahn Ranch. The Valley is largely undeveloped where we live, and…
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I think it’s time for a reboot check-in
I had decided that I wasn’t going to do these after a year, but since I’m still committed to the changes I made a little over a year ago, and I need to post something today, to keep the chain unbroken, I’m going to check in and see how I’m doing. I haven’t actually thought…
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We have come so far, America, yet we have so far to go
Last night, while looking for a movie to watch, I said to Anne, “How about Selma? It’s timely.” It’s one of those movies that we’d both been intending to see since it came out, but never got around to. I tracked it down and we settled in. It is a powerful, moving, beautiful film that at…
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The Tale of the Wicked
I’m currently rereading Dune, and it’s even more amazing than I remember, probably because I am not 12 years-old anymore, and I can appreciate things now that I didn’t even know existed, then. My copy is a glorious hardback, so I can’t read it in bed after Anne has gone to sleep, on account of the…
