Essays

Essays

My essays mostly deal with issues I care about and observations I’ve made about myself or the culture at large. I love finding the exact words to describe what I’m feeling. Try not to assume we can’t be friends if you disagree with what I’m saying. My Claimdisser will explain.

How Medical Marijuana is Helping Me Post-Cancer

If you’re a breast cancer survivor and marijuana is legal where you are, I highly recommend it. And not just for the issues mentioned here. Weed has helped me keep the ongoing tragedy with which we are surrounded in perspective while amplifying the many sources of continuing joy in my life. If you’ve had cancer, you know joy is your best protection, perhaps your only protection, from the fear. The world is crazy. Life is scary. Sometimes it really helps to be high.

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Come Home

I am still here. I never left. I never called you the names you called me. I never laughed at your fear as you did mine. I know you were fooled by waving flags and sacred symbols. Those things can be manipulated to make you think your friends are your enemies. By people who don’t care about you.

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Joy = Perfection

Perfection is not limited by precision or conformity to some standard or preconceived definition. If you try to make a perfect circle or sing a perfectly uniform tone or have perfect skin, you will fail. Perfection is not how you perform or how smoothly things run or how accurately you can measure things. Perfection is the joy you feel. For whatever reason. Joy, joy, joy!

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Children of Hate

Every moment of your life is a choice. You are only a step away from looking in my eyes, from learning that we share everything. Every important part of us is the same. You can understand me. I am not your enemy. You can let that lie go.

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It’s Safer To Be Nice

Desperately unhappy people do desperately unhappy things. Anything that helps move people out of that category and into the warm, safe, well-fed category is good for all of us.  In other words, the nicer we are to ourselves as a group, the less chance we have of one of us going rogue and shooting up the place.

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Dear Mr. Trump

The Presidency was never what you really wanted. You must know that by now. And you’ll never know what you really want until you sit somewhere quiet, somewhere safe, and listen.

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