When I was seven, my very gifted but slightly off her rocker Aunt used to perform Macbeth in our living room. She often discussed her love for all things Shakespeare and then rail on about what year in high school they studied each play. In my young impressionable mind, it was assumed that great literature,… Read More »
Passion is for teenagers and foreigners. Marge Simpson Americans do not like nor understand passion. As a nation, our responses to passionate individuals includes excommunication and if this does not hinder the passionate individual, there is also death. As a passionate person, my motivations and sense of urgency are often looked upon with suspicion, disgust… Read More »
Whenever I have taught children, there has been an obsession with safety. This was a statement I made four years ago when I wrote an essay about people and their insane, irrational fear of being around children. Men need children. Children need men. While all men shouldn’t or have no desire to be around children,… Read More »
I write this essay as a direct response to all of the drama surrounding the belief, statistically factually proven or not, that the black folks in our great state of California overwhelmingly voted for Prop 8.