...under that wave of fear is a desire to connect heart-to-heart with true friends – to share love – to be able to see people I know and love them and feel their love in return.That’s the good stuff. That’s the true Holy Grail I seek. Until now, I have found it hard to admit, even to myself, that I want it so bad.
Anxiety is a constant companion, tied to every choice, decision, or plan that comes into my head.
Like a prayer. Yes. It was indeed, just like a prayer. In a studio packed with yoga practitioners, I felt my soul being revealed. In that up-dog during a hot MODO yoga class, a sacred feeling overtook me. The physical stress of that class was intense and uncomfortable. It fit my mood as a man [...]
Inside my new memoir: Drama Club My “real-mom”: a term used in my childhood that now makes me bristle. Yet, I still have not found a way to respectfully differentiate, with proper dignity, the two women in my life who both married my father (at separate times) and both parented me with highly individualized mentoring styles. In the chapter "What Happened" of my [...]
Inside my new memoir: Drama Club In 1980, when I was 15 years old, I begged my parents to let me go work on a plantation for six months. Of course I did, I lived in Cheyenne, Wyoming where there was snow on the ground for months at a time. The pineapple plantation was located on Maui. What's the down side? My [...]
Inside my new memoir: Drama Club During the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, Bart and I attended a ballroom dance camp held on the campus of BYU. In our shared dorm room, my life realigned after our first kiss and I no longer had thoughts of killing myself. "Only two months [...]
A Trump presidency has exposed the pain and humiliation of million's of working people's unfulfilled American dream. This thought provoking article, written in October 2016, explains how we got here as a nation and suggests some "respectful confrontation" to move us forward. I LOVE that this is not an us vs. them article. The author [...]
Inside my new memoir: Drama Club In 1982, a 50s theme school dance was embraced whole heartedly by our crew of high school drama kids. Always looking for ways to push the envelope, we did a couple of things off script. First, Michael Marriott wore a dress. HE WORE A DRESS! I was shocked and confused that his offering was received with sustained enthusiasm. It was triumph over Idaho masculine ideals that taught me [...]
My stepmom called me from Idaho to give me the news of R.L.'s death from a brain tumor. She didn't know who R.L. was, or why his mom had called her and asked her to share one of R.L's dying wishes with me, but my mom obliged the request. Standing next to the phone (they were all land [...]