When the Facts Surprise Us, Do We Even Make the Attempt to Reconfigure Our Arguments?
Comprehending the Chasms
A Ham-Fisted Metaphor About the American Experience
"Are you an artist or are you only an artist when it pays to be one?"
"Faces come out of the rain when you're strange..."
In the Age of Trump, Look Hard for the Light
How the Stink of Competition Betrays the Spirit of The Moth
I Believe...
In the Age of CyberSpace and Social Media, We All Are Solo Performance Artists
Truth in (the) Comedy (audience)
On the Subject of Nurturing
Is Privilege the Same as Original Sin and, If So, Whose Blood Do I Have to Drink to Be Rid of It?
Histrionic Series of Inflated False Equivalencies (Or No. This Election Will Not Determine Whether We Remain a Free Country...)
Proust and Poetry
I Believe...
Painting Humanity with the Thick Brush of Prejudice
"Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave"
Five Ways Your Life Is Not Like the Movies
America has always sold itself like a potluck dinner—“Bring your culture! Bring your grandma’s recipes! Bring the funky spices we can pretend we invented!”