From D.W.: I usually write a little introductory passage here. This time, though, I’m inclined to let this beautiful story speak for itself… Long Valley Lane. August 21st. 2011 ...like magic... I have never liked my hands. I have been trying to make peace with them since I
Trigger warning: Discussion of sexual abuse From D.W.: It’s a good thing that he dropped out of the race. Certainly, that’s true. Of course, it should have happened after we first found out about the tattoo. But hey, he shares a lot of my beliefs now, so
From D.W.: Things aren’t great, ok? Can we agree? They haven’t been great for a while. The world at most times feels like we’re trapped in a tire fire that won’t stop playing Morrissey songs. The profound cruelty masquerading as public policy is matched only
From D.W.: Our country celebrates its 250th anniversary this Saturday. Is it me, or is there a suspicious lack of enthusiasm for such a significant occasion? Our 200th anniversary happened the year before I was born, but I remember seeing the after-effects of it, bicentennial t-shirts, posters,
From D.W.: Apologies for the tardiness and brevity of this post. I’ve been pretty sick the last few days and, frankly, just haven’t had the juice to put in the work. But I hope you’ll enjoy this quick post-father’s day hit. Grow Christians. June
From D.W.: I suppose it’s safe to say that it’s officially summer now even though, as a native Houstonian, it’s always felt strange calling anything summer until it hits at least 96 degrees. Summer was always a special time for Rachel and me. We met and
From D.W.: Bodies, man. Am I right? These weird tote bags we’re all sloshing around in and trying not to talk about, or think about, or get too attached to. I’ve never had much affection for mine. It’s been at best a burden and at worst
From D.W.: In the last couple months of Rachel’s life she had been very seriously exploring a career change. I’m not sure how many people know that, but it wasn’t a secret, so I don’t think she’d be upset with me telling you. The
From D.W.: Sometimes, when there’s a lot going on in my life or in the world, I like to post a little quick hit here, rather than a more topical post. It’s a nice little break from the world, and a reminder from Rachel that not every
From D.W.: Rachel and I would often joke about which one of us would die first. We both insisted it had to be us, not the other one, because the pain of loss would be too great. “If you die before me, so help me god!” “If I catch
From D.W.: Our democracy is fragile. Many people have known that much longer than I. It’s held together too often by polite agreements about norms, and traditions, and a shared understanding of equal representation. Sometimes, when those polite accords are tested, or when we discover that our understanding
From D.W.: Yesterday was my niece AK’s birthday. They turned 18. Rachel and AK had a special relationship that started the first time they met. When Rachel and I were dating we made short trip to Belton, TX to visit my sister and her family. This would be