Aug 122015

“There’s something about a man in a suit.” I hear/read that all the time. I consider myself lucky, now, to wear suits infrequently – only to weddings, funerals, and bar mitzvahs. I used to wear a suit every day. Every fucking day. Perhaps it’s because I associate suit-wearing with a particularly painful period in my […]

May 042015

I’m intimidating. I’m told that, over and over. This always amuses me. If you met me, you’d chuckle at the idea that I’m intimidating. I’m capable of being commanding. Confident. Directive. More often, though, I’m sweet, kind, gentle, warm. I’m most definitely not intimidating. If you’re intimidated by me, you’re intimidated by your own fears, […]