Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I once made the faux-pas to surprise my lovely wife with a state-of-the-art crockpot for Valentine’s Day. (That was last week.) I don’t anticipate it will be forgotten unless I make amends and it appears that even the shiny red bounty she found under the Festivus pole a few weeks Read more
Part 1 My mother is not a mother to me like a television mother. She’s more like a friend, a friend of a friend even. She’s the friend whose phone number you always lose on “accident.” When I was young, I used to idolize the kids on TV, especially the Read more
As a child, you lay on your father’s belly while the New York Yankees run bases on a small black and white television in your old apartment. Your small frame, so thin your mother has to “take in” every pair of pants you own, rises and falls with his breath. Read more
“Pick Em’ Off … One At a Time!” Those of us who are grandparents know that you had better not make a promise to one of your grandchildren unless you mean it. I am blessed to have, Sascha Yasmeen Ellison, who I often say is my favorite granddaughter. However, she Read more
Christmas is my favorite time of the year. Every year I devote tremendous time and currency (both monetary and emotional) to the planning and preparation of the ultimate holiday gala. With so much festivity comes a great many stressful decisions. Like many, I overspend on gifts; I overstress about food, Read more
Five years ago, I arranged a meeting with twenty family members. I was to announce that I would begin to present to the world as a woman. As soon as everyone saw me in person and realized that I was really going to transition my gender and begin living as Read more
if this temporary life I call my own requires a realization that it could end at any moment if it means nothing more than a breaking of the circular hate and searing dysfunction I was born into if it means helping my fellow human beings who are oppressed become free Read more
It was summer when he finally showed up. Larry worked the night shift then, and Nicole was still a baby. Gina was at the kitchen window watching raindrops plink the puddles when she heard a rumble outside the front door. She knew right away it was him, though she could Read more