Word: dad
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...father's choice of props. It occurred to me that never before had any father pressed into service a garden hose to demonstrate the act of sexual intercourse. Not birds and bees. Not mating wolves. Not oak trees and acorns. The two ends of a rubber hose. Only my dad...
...name is James, and I am a former Real American. I grew up in Monroe, Mich. (pop. 22,076), just across the state line from Holland, Ohio, where lives Joe Wurzelbacher, a.k.a. Joe the Plumber, campaign 2008's latest shorthand for Real America. My dad--also named Joe--drove a beer and wine delivery truck and hunted deer. We went ice fishing and bowling. The first album I ever bought was Bob Seger's Live Bullet...
...starting the project in 2004--posts 20 secrets culled from the 1,000 he still receives each week, choosing those with a "universal pull." He says he has been stunned by the power of the submissions, which are short and often elaborately illustrated ("I haven't spoken to my dad in 10 years, and it kills me every day"; "When I eat, I feel like a failure"; "I had gay sex at church camp, three times"). Three weeks into the project, Warren says, he posted his own "humiliating childhood event," which he later shared with his wife and kids. "There...
Like Gilbert, I have found myself in anguish over the fact that my dad and I will vote differently in November. Why does it seem so intolerable? I fear that something cultural--and quite dangerous--is at work. In our public discourse, Americans can't seem to discuss and debate issues with anything approaching respect or intellectual honesty. We oversimplify, we distort, we dismiss. We turn the challengers into enemies. And when that madness infects our private discourse, our family members become foes. Not good for family harmony--and not a very wise way to go about choosing a world...
...from Virginia, which has zero professional sports franchises. But I have family around in Chicago, the South, and California, so I saw Jordan play, my dad took me to see the 49ers win the NFC Championship game in 1995, and the Braves always blasted...