Category: Reflections

Dayton Martindale

His face was well-preserved, but the body was so frail. The outline of his ribcage protruded grotesquely against his sunken stomach. He was dead, and he looked it. A warm tear ran down my cheek as I read and re-read the placard standing next to the coffin: “Here lies Dayton Martindale.” I was sad, and I was scared.

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60 Hours in Limbo

Twelve hours later, I AM IN AMERICA, thank Jesus and Mohammad and Buddha and all the minor religious figures I am forgetting.

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The Cheapening of the Left

In the age of online activism, a writer considers how progressivism has become fashionable.

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Ruminations on a Homeland

On leaving home (and finding it).

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I Think Therefore I Am Tolerant

Recently, a friend was telling me how a certain musical artist had entranced him with her talent—until he found out she was very religious and thanks God for her success. My friend considers himself liberal and advocates for the rights of women, racial minorities, and the LGBT community—yet, for him, religion elicits a “bad taste in [his] mouth.”

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With Precious Memories of Howard Friedman

A eulogy to an artist, a father, a husband and a man whose memories live on with his family.

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The Things We Do for Love

It is not often I get to encounter a fellow Dayton, so when I heard about a new documentary called Running Wild: The Life of Dayton O. Hyde, I was suitably intrigued. The film was to be screened on Saturday, February 8 at the Princeton Public Library, as part of the Princeton Environmental Film Festival (PEFF).

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The Children’s Book That Hurt Me Most: Three Experts Discuss

A Nass writer seeks closure for Each Kindness, a children’s book without a resolution.

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Home

“It wasn’t that I was self-conscious; rather, I recognized how ridiculous the scene must have looked. I was half dressed with tussled frosted tips and drooping bags under my eyes. They were fully uniformed, standing at least half a foot above me and simply staring at my unkempt figure.”

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Mercury in Retrograde

“If I fit so perfectly into astrology’s puzzle, why wouldn’t everyone else?”

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Perfect Places

“What is it about Eastern Europe that makes underage, emotionally vulnerable people think those harmful, dangerous thoughts? What is it about Eastern Europe that I still, despite all of this, miss so very much?”

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Confessions IV

Speaking of several sins.

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