I’m really glad Halloween is over because it has always confused me. It started when I was young. Growing up in a Catholic family, most holidays had a connection and a compulsion to include church services. But not Halloween. That was a holiday that seemed just for kids. Sure, some adults dressed up as they […]
The restaurant was crowded with people on their lunch break. I found a table in the back and claimed it while my son, Mathew, got our drinks and food. There was a black man sitting at the table next to us. He nodded as I sat down and I returned the greeting. I was a
A Stranger No More Read More »
Every day, my 87-year-old relative and his 86-year-old girlfriend, old racists, leave their assisted living home and go to the McDonald’s restaurant on E. Fillmore for breakfast. Recently, they encountered two Cuban gentlemen who were standing there conversing in Spanish. My relative was pleased to tell all of us that his girlfriend had confronted the
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Transgender bathroom bills are a distraction from the real issue of universal access to toilets.
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Republicans are very much in sync with Plato.
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Every human has an innate need to believe in something larger than themselves. Belief in religion and belief in UFO’s are both rooted in this need.
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The sharper-eyed readers of USR may have noticed that my column, Exhibit A hasn’t run a new entry in… I don’t know how long. I could easily look up the exact amount of time, but I haven’t the heart or energy. A nervous breakdown will do that to you. I do know that my three
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“Trust me,” I said as I looked at my wife. She was skeptical, I could tell. “It’s a four-wheel drive car.” I brushed the snowflakes off of my arm as we started up the hill. They had come in when I had rolled down the window to listen to a man who was frantically trying
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I was driving down the west end of Fillmore when I heard a loud pop. I watched in horror as the door, which had been securely fastened to the luggage rack on top of my Taurus station wagon, slid off and into the street. I quickly pulled into a parking lot on my right. “Stay
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I was seven years old, walking home from school for the second time that day. School was literally across the street, and Sister Marie sent me home to change my pants again. I had been sitting in my chair practicing my handwriting when the girl behind me screeched because of the urine that was dripping
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