Once upon a time, I told my girlfriend she needed to move out. To my surprise, she did so that very day. I figured she’d get lonely and fearful of having to be by herself and wouldn’t be able to live without me. But instead, she got stronger and happier with every passing second. I thought to myself, “Damn, this wasn’t supposed to happen.” But then I finally just admitted that this was
Sunrises matter. They smooth the edges and let us know that the previous day should be continued or forgotten. They tell us to take care of ourselves and those around us, especially those around us. How many consider their blind spots in order to make some sense of their lives and then hope for a decent sunrise?
Ernest Hemingway was a different animal, an iconic figure in Key West from 1931 onward, when he and his second wife Pauline bought a house on Whitehead Street and shared a rich but turbulent relationship that ended in 1939. Hemingway moved on, but Pauline’s and Hemingway’s legacy remained because she decided to stay and sustain a legacy that she might or might not have ever expected although I suspect she
I’ll probably have to kill my dog soon. There is no philosophical treatise to talk or think about at this point beyond the task itself. I am here to witness her pain and take care of business. This is my job for having her as a domesticated pet. This is what is going to happen. And there is nothing, reasoned or imagined, that will stop me. She looks at me
One thing all the founding fathers have in common is that they are dead. We are the ones who are alive, we are the ones who must make the laws and constitution work, juggling many variables the founders could never have foreseen. They created an America in which black people were deemed to be property and women did not have the right to vote, much less run for office. The
The inexplicable loneliness we sometimes feel might be due to the fact that verbal discourse fails to capture the complexity of our actual neurological states. Paul Churchland, for example, suggests that the two hemispheres of our brains communicate with a much more intricate and intimate “language” than we do with each other. On the other hand, some philosophers claim that language doesn’t gain its meaning from our internal experience at