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Wednesday, June 29, 2022

What Dads Are For

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You are exceptionally handsome, Sir . My attention perks up at the message. Whose ego wouldn’t respond to such outlandish flattery? The adv...
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Tuesday, June 7, 2022

Redneck Rim Artist

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I’m face down, sprawled diagonally across a double-sized mattress, listening for footsteps and hearing nothing louder than the refrigerator’...
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Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Babyface: Part 1

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Autumn 1985 Babyface , they call me. All the grad students in the English department have picked up on the moniker. “Hey, babyface,” they’ll...
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Monday, March 7, 2022

Seconds of Yes

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One of the ironies of COVID is that our extended isolated downtime has forced me to confront the traumas of a pandemic that came before. In...
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Friday, August 20, 2021

The Cream Puff

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When I was very, very young, my father’s sister was the coolest of cool aunts. Straight out of art school, Aunt Jane affected a bohemian lif...
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Friday, July 23, 2021

Conversations with My Father: Summer Visit Edition

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(I spent last week in Virginia with my dad. If you haven't heard, we drive each other crazy.) My Dad: What’re you looking at on your p...
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Monday, September 21, 2020

Monday Morning Questions: Public Apology Edition

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I can tell by the way you write you’re educated, but all you write about is sex. Is it just me or does it seem like a waste of all your educ...
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