ONE OF MY favorite movies is "Jurassic Park." Actually, that's not true. One of my 6-year-old nephew's favorite movies is "Jurassic Park," which means we watch it on a loop, which means that unless I want to engage a therapist, I embrace my inner T. Rex and pretend this was entirely my own idea. Deep breath.
ANY BOY SCOUT can tell you that there are a lot of different types of knots. Square knots. Slip knots. Rope knots. Figure Eight knots. They each have a different purpose, significance and importance, and they're not interchangeable.
WHEN I STARTED doing asylum work almost 20 years ago, the comfortable cocoon that had been built around me by the nuns and then Bryn Mawr and then my first few jobs in the courtroom and classroom began to crumble. It wasn't that I ignored the evil in the world, or that I acted like Glinda the Good Witch in "The Wizard of Oz." My father had died of cancer, my brother had committed suicide, there'd been a war in Bosnia and another one in Rwanda, and O.J. Simpson got away with murder.
"WHO AM I to judge?" I've heard that a lot lately, from my recent lunch companion who didn't even blink at the waiter with the pierced nipple (visible through his uniform) all the way up to Pope Francis, who makes it a point of speaking off the cuff on airplanes, balconies and the other end of a telephone.
I'VE BEEN doing a lot of soul-searching this week, trying to figure out why the legalization of same-sex marriage has administered such an emotional sucker punch to my solar plexus. Some would say it's because I'm a bigot, and a bigot is never ready for t
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