And For How Much Longer?
The musical theatre pair Rogers and Hammerstein said it plain: “You’ve Got to Be Carefully Taught.” We are not born to hate; we learn it. And some learn it quite well, too well, violently well.
But why? And how much? How deeply?
We learn to hate deeply enough that some people maim and murder in the name of their hate. We’ve named their acts: hate crimes. It’s a recent enough term, but it finally labels something so heinous as to be different from a crime of passion or a crime of greed. It is a…
And You Fell For Them
There have been roughly nine million posts on this platform about how to make money. Seven million of them have been about how to write for this platform and make money — lots of money — doing it.
I just read my eight thousandth of those articles, and it said exactly the same thing as the first one.
Also, it had roughly six typos and three grammatical errors, yet it assured me that the writer had been authoring articles diligently, daily, for a whole year in order to be curated more often, increase his earnings…
“You set your expectations too high.”
“She’s never going to be all that you wanted.”
“You can’t expect him to always be there for you.”
We get so much input from all sides about what we should, shouldn’t, can, and can’t expect from our relationships. It’s dizzying. And it’s unfair. There are definitely things we should be able to expect, and surely there are areas where we need to compromise.
But what are the basics? What’s the threshold? Fortunately, there are some experts in this kind of thing (I am not one of them), and I did some reading up…
Please Don’t Tell Them to Have Something to Fall Back On
I had two part-time jobs for a quite some time, but they were two important part-time jobs. I taught mornings at a university (English 101 and 102), then I’d walk several blocks across the city to teach Creative Nonfiction at a high school for the creative and performing arts. I really enjoyed those teaching years. At the university, I engaged with students from many backgrounds, pursuing lots of different majors, setting off for the first time without parental supervision. …
And It’s Time For You To Realize It
When our children are young and we are in the midst of shuttling them to soccer games, dance recitals, and playdates the far-off future of a relationship with them as adults can seem like fiction. We don’t spend (waste?) time thinking about what that might look like, and we hardly have the energy to plan for what those relationships might be. …
What You Need to Know About Overline
Things are getting spicy in the Crypto world. Just when you thought you knew all you needed to about Blockchain, and you stopped wringing your hands about the nosedive that Bitcoin took after Elon Musk went on SNL, you settled in at your computer, ready to stop biting your nails and prepped to let your crypto ride for the long-term.
With the stroke of a pen, Greg Abbott took control of women’s bodies. It was that easy.
When I became pregnant with my first child, my son Daniel, I was 24 years old, unmarried and uninsured, barely up to the task, but more importantly, I had irregular periods to begin with, so it wasn’t 4 or 5 weeks when I realized I was missing a period, but 10. It was ten whole weeks before I knew something was wrong. Two potentially missed periods before I worried. Then, I made a doctor’s appointment because I was sure there was a problem…
HIV in 2021, Living Truth and the Gay Community
I’ve known Billy Porter for a very long time. We’re both native Pittsburghers, CMU alumni, and share a dozen friends. But, like much of the fan world, I was floored to learn that the Tony, Grammy, Emmy-winning man has been carrying the weight of his HIV-positive status as a secret since 2007.
When my oldest son was just two years old, in 1996, we were invited to a barbecue at my friend Doug’s house. Doug wore a plastic brace to keep his spine stable, since it was deteriorating badly as a…
Growing up, nearly all of the adults I knew were married. It even seemed like they were “happily” married. Within my family, there was no divorce. No mention of divorce, no option for divorce, it seemed.
The biggest scandal, in fact, was that my aunt had gotten pregnant in 1967 and was promptly shuttled off to marry her beau before she had the chance of ‘showing,’ and was made to wear a light blue dress instead of white. They just celebrated more than 50 years of marriage.
By the time I got to middle school, I knew a whopping three…
I arrived in our family in 1972, adopted a year after I was born. My brother was four years older than me, so he’d been around a while. In I came, just beginning to walk on wobbly legs, unsure of myself but exploring the world around me with a speed unlike most newcomers to a family. Here I was, not a little ball of unmoving, gurgling bliss, but a mobile mass of one-year-old energy.
It was January, and therefore mid-school year. My mother was a high school teacher. I’m not sure, since I’ve never been told, if she took any…
Susan is a runner, a mom of 3 grown children, and an avid traveler. She writes about humans, and wrote a book about false accusations of sexual assault.