It doesn’t look anything like what you think it looks like.
That picture above is my wife, my oldest daughter and my youngest daughter. It was taken about 25 years ago.
I met her one evening because I accepted an invitation to have a beer with my best friend and his girlfriend. The women had been roommates in college and my friend’s girlfriend thought we might just hit it off.
The moment I walked into the room, I just KNEW. I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend. Most of my friends thought I was gay because I didn’t date and as far as they knew I was a virgin (I wasn’t, but that’s a story I’m not quite ready to tell yet). I thought she was attractive but it didn’t matter. I KNEW this was the woman I was going to marry. I don’t remember much of the rest of the night. We played trivial pursuit or something. I was just too distracted to make sense of anything. …
And other enlightenment from an historic election
I’m very nearly jumping up and down that a woman finally made it onto a winning ticket in the US presidential election. It took way too long. We’ve been shooting ourselves in the foot for centuries by excluding half the population. And that’s when we only count white people. When we expand our blinders, we see we’ve lopped off another third. And when the the math is mostly complete, we’ve excluded over two thirds of our population from most of the important decision making that takes place on the national stage. It’s been getting incrementally better for a few decades. …
This doesn’t look good on you
I’m a middle aged white man in America. I’ve done just fine. Under Republican administrations. Under Democrat administrations. Under white Presidents and under the only black President in history. Let’s be frank, with all the privilege I hold, if I weren’t doing well I’d be a complete failure. So, tell me, what the fuck are you afraid of? Being exposed for not being able to pull your own weight with all the advantages you already have?
I think you’re scared. That you might actually have to compete in a world that doesn’t give you any advantage based on the color of your skin or the equipment hanging between your legs. …
Rethinking fifty-six years of being the “nice guy”
I can already hear all the backlash. “Don’t you DARE. Who the fuck do you think you are?” And I get it. You’ve had quite enough of guys who treat you like shit. Guys who think they can do no wrong.
I’m most assuredly NOT one of those guys.
I never have been.
When the shit hits the fan, I’m ALWAYS the first to apologize. In fact, in my relationships, I’m mostly the ONLY one who apologizes. It has ever been thus. And those days are over.
I loved my wife. Like the moon loves the sun. And I would have done, and actually did, everything I could possibly do to bring her dreams to life. But I couldn’t keep ALS from killing her. …
I woke up with a little bit of a hangover
That seems to happen way more often in these days of Covid, economic and civilizational collapse. Whatever, I still remember a very poignant dream.
I was some sort of middle-eastern/Indian spiritual leader. And in this dream I was telling my followers that we were all one. It wasn’t just a new age aphorism. I was explaining in exacting detail how, the life you lead now is a direct path to the life you will lead in the next incarnation. Karma is not only real, but it is the judge, jury and executioner. Nobody gets out unscathed. All the anger, frustration, fear and worry that haunts us in these strange times are manifestations of past lifetimes. …
Actually requires him to win reelection
Bear with me here.
The only way we’re going to get anywhere, politically, in the next four years is by flipping the Senate. The Democrats are likely to hold the House but the Senate is still a challenge. And everything hinges on overcoming that challenge. If McConnell remains majority leader, democracy continues its slow inexorable march to the gallows. And a Biden presidency won’t change that in any significant way.
But there is an alternative.
If the Democrats can flip the Senate the answer to Donald J. Trump lies in treating the President exactly the same way he treats everyone else. Yes, I’m talking bribery, extortion and threats. …
Today is our 30th wedding anniversary.
It seems a bit strange to write that, since you’ve been dead for over ten years. But, just because death separates us, doesn’t mean I’m not married anymore. Or not still deeply in love with you.
Yeah sure, I’ve tried to move on. I’ve even fallen in love a couple times and skipped down the path towards something new and potentially wonderful. But I keep tripping on the rocks and ruts of my history. Of what we had.
No, it wasn’t perfect. But neither is a favorite sweater, or the gloves that fit like a second skin. It’s not perfection that builds a successful relationship. It’s the way you stretch and shape into each other. The ability to grow as a team while still maintaining full autonomy and security as two separate individuals. Truly, a great relationship brings a whole that is so much larger than the sum of its parts. …
Are you sure you mean it?
I was chatting with my friend and fellow Medium writer Ann Litts last night, right after she wrote this piece. She told me the situation had reminded her of me and the love I had for my late wife, as I’ve written about before.
As these kinds of conversations often do, it led me into a place of quiet reflection. And another sleepless night.
Hi, I’m Dick and I fall in love too fast, too deep and give too much. Or, at least I once did.
The person I love has always come first. My family has always been next in line. Only after I was certain they were all getting what I thought they needed did I look after my own interests. I’m certain some of those people would argue the point, but remember I clearly stated: “what I thought they needed”. I’m sure I was wrong, on many occasions. That doesn’t negate the fact that I was doing what I thought was the “right thing”. …
That saves a life
Just browsing through Craigslist. Nothing particular in mind. Maybe see whats in the old automobile section. Maybe there’s an old Jeep to take the mind into another realm.
There it is! A 1947 Willys CJ2A. Blue, just like the one dad had. $1500 firm, rebuilt engine, otherwise stock and in very good condition. At least that’s what the ad said. Send off an email requesting photos of the critical stuff. What’s the frame look like? Is this thing in good enough shape to justify sinking some real money into? With four kids to feed, college educations to pay for and really, how much time do you have to spend on a project like this? Still, what price sanity? After three years of watching your world slowly fade away. Can you afford NOT to do this? What would SHE say? Literally, the only person whose opinion ever really mattered? …
A little Wednesday night inspiration
Humans are explorers. We always have been. I would submit that it’s the reason we manifest onto this plane in the first place. To boldly go where we’ve never gone before. Physically, intellectually, emotionally, even sexually. We may be wired to seek comfort. But we’re not happy in that place.
Most of us will wind up in an unsatisfying, soul crushing JOB, or whole series of jobs. For the better part of forty years. Is that what we should be doing? With this one glorious opportunity for adventure?
Nobody gets out alive. Again, for those of you in the back…