October 2011

There are plenty of criticisms of today's American youth and young adults. Despite the fact that I turn 40 in a few weeks, I yet consider myself among them: a kindred spirit of cultural orphans, still sifting through the detritus of an evaporating American Dream trying to figure out who we might be without it.

September 2011

I could tell when I was putting Mattias, my seven year old son, to bed the other night, that I was about to get handed more than the typical bedtime conversation. He had that look on his face that indicated he was about to "fire" me. For a second, I actually was worried that I was in trouble.

July-August 2011

I used to go to a lot of basketball games with my dad in Dallas. We have both been enthusiastic Mavericks fans for almost three decades, so you can imagine how excited I was when they won their first NBA championship this year.

YES!

June 2011

Ding, dong, the wicked witch is dead. Or something like that.

News spread like a Pueblo West brushfire that Osama bin Laden, America's longtime Public Enemy Number One, had been killed in a firefight with Delta Force and Navy SEAL soldiers May 2nd. I wrestled with mixed feelings as I heard President Obama break the news late that Sunday evening, relieved that the manhunt was finally over, but also disturbed by the fatal outcome.