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42

Why is it that we count our years of age, anyway? I mean we know our birthdate. D’uh. We have a birth certificate and crap. And we can celebrate on the anniversary of that date every year, if we like — there’s no sense not having a party with cake and ice cream. But why...

My Apology

This blog is just for me. It’s not about anybody else. These are my feelings about myself and I need to own them. I need to apologize. I need to apologize to all my human brothers and sisters for letting you down. I just turned 41. I wasn’t blind. I wasn’t unaware. I didn’t think...

I’m With Her

I’ve seen a lot of posts lately: on Facebook, on my Twitter feed, just about everywhere. I’ve seen a lot of people very upset about the results of the Democratic Primary and I truly feel for anyone invested in a candidate with real merit that doesn’t win their election. That happened to my candidate 8...