Eternity in the Wilderness
It was August of 1993, well remembered as the year before my first child was born. After a conference in Toronto, I headed north west. Surprisingly quickly, I left the city and suburbs of...
Road Trips and Resistance Blog
Rollercoasters Are Tame
Every year I go on the Cyclone in Coney Island, squeezing my corpulent frame behind the seat’s safety bar, rattling around through the wooden beams. It was built in 1927, and even with refurbishment...
Do You Want to Dance?
If you want to dance, you have to pretend to be confident and just ask her. I was at the after party for the Lady Parts Justice League 2nd Annual Golden Probe Awards, awarded...
Anatomy of a Protest
We gathered together before the protest. Familiar faces, familiar roles. The planning had all been done in committee, but it was a familiar plan—put up a call on social media for a demo at...
New Camera
Preparing for a trip to Iceland this summer, I decided I wanted to up my game from taking photos with my cell phone, I wanted a serious zoom lens so I could take photos...
What Do You Care About Too Much?
It’s a question on OkCupid. Yes, I have been known to trawl my way through online dating sites. Women have told me that they have any number of weird experiences on them. So have...
Buckfast Abbey
I am probably the only Jew in Brooklyn with an uncle who is a monk and a priest at Buckfast Abbey, but that is my confused family heritage. That was apparently his ambition from...
Fragility and Minefields
Never post anything to the internet when you are in pain. In fact, it is probably a good idea to never post anything except cat photos. But I am getting ahead of myself. I...
Viv Rynne
It’s a miracle I learned to write. I was never very good at it in school, and unlike Stephen King I did not write a newspaper as a teenager, or edit a school magazine....
My Father: James Patrick Courtney
It was 3 a.m. in the morning for my sister when she messaged me. It was about our father.