Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 28, 2022
Has five years of successful therapy taken away the burning need to write?
Mikhail Gorbachev is Dead and that Feels Like Something
Mikhail Gorbachev died yesterday, August 30, 2022. And I feel… sad? I think that’s what this is. Sadness. But why?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 21, 2022
Pre-schoolers are a lot like chimps. They’re extra adorable when you dress them up like grown adults.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 14, 2022
The older kid is heading off to pre-k in Chicago Public Schools next week. So here we are… I’m handing off my child to one of the most dysfunctional government organizations in our dumb nation. I can’t help but feel like a terrible parent.
A Green Bottle Fly Takes Stock of His Life
This yard is fantastic. There’s never a shortage of poo. Piles of poo everywhere. Look! There’s one! And another over there! And another! Oh, boy, how long has this one been here? Poo doesn’t go rotten does it? Nah, of course not!
Meet Me, The Narcissist
According to the Webster’s definition, I don’t think I’m a narcissist. I’m full of more self-loathing and honesty than I am any exaggerations of my self-importance. I mean, I want to be important. Of course, I want to matter to people and the world. I wouldn’t be opposed to breaking the internet with news of my demise, should that day come. But I don’t think I have an excessive admiration or infatuation with myself. I do think I have value and talent and other things that make prevent me from being a total waste of flesh and drain on society, but those feelings are tempered. But I do hold grudges and I wanted to dig a little deeper into this
And here’s where I’ve landed. I’m a hypocrite.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 7, 2022
My backyard is home to very depressed worms. I keep finding sun-dried worm corpses on my walkway. And not even after a hard rain—as they might be flooded to the topsoil. It’s like they just have had enough of being a worm living underground and wriggle to the surface for that long-elusive moment of warmth before being cooked to death.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 31, 2022
Letting your feelings guide you is a wonderful way to parent and a terrible way to influence other adults.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 10, 2022
Poor Ivanka, Don Jr., and Eric Trump. The wrong parent died.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 3, 2022
The thing is… mass gun violence just pissed off a lot of bored, rich Jewish moms… maybe this is what we’ve needed to get change made.
American Rights, with a Bullet
I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted from living at the intersection of Rage and Sadness and not being able to do anything about it.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 26, 2022
Look on the bright side of things. The pandemic was a boon for hand sanitizer manufacturers and with Roe v. Wade overturned, the makers of Plan B are going to make a killing!
Pro-Life: A Call to Action!
Now that it’s done—that great stain on the American Experiment that was a guaranteed right to safe parental planning through a woman’s—a family’s—ability to choose—it’s time for the Pro-Life Movement to take action and really lean into that Pro-Life Lifestyle.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 19, 2022
There are far too many pro-life folks celebrating in the misery of their fellow humans this week. Hardly a surprise.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of June 5, 2022 — Cannes, France Edition
Everyone over here looks like a Bond Girl or a guy who sells you the best drugs.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 29, 2022
It’s an unfortunate thrill to be living through the results of humanity’s failure.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 22, 2022 — Guns Edition
Uvalde cops lie. They are cowards. They are partly responsible for the death of 19 children and two adults. But, hey, at least they got to return home safely to their family so they can talk about how hard their job is—handcuffing parents who are begging them to be brave and do the thing they swore to do: protect their community.
On Turning 43 | A Birthday Reflection
“I must make what happens to me good for me.”
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 15, 2022
Babysitting someone else’s kid is way more fun than babysitting your own.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week oof May 8, 2022
The Road, the Sea, heals all wounds. Unless you’re killed in a car accident or drown.
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.