I Think I May Have Kind of Killed a Man

Rusty Pettis is dead. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Rusty Pettis was the associate pastor at the United Methodist church in New Hampshire where my father was pastor, and he sexually molested me when I was a kid. (For all the lurid details, you can read more here.) After I wrote a…

A Little Case of Child Molestation

His name was Rusty Pettis, he was the associate pastor at the United Methodist Church where my father was pastor, and he sexually molested me. I don’t feel scarred by the experience; there are no lasting effects so far as I can see. Sure, I’m not fond of pedophiles, but as a subset of the…

Chapter 1: The Book I’m Writing

So I have a million reasons (excuses, really) for not having written in the blog for a long while. The kids were home for the summer, and between roughly 8 am and 9 pm I was with them. After they’d go to bed, I’d be knackered and have no energy left to write. Susan’s surgery…

El Retardo Chino: Kids and Racism

Yesterday at his school, a 7 year-old girl called our 11 year-old son “el retardo chino.” The Chinese retard. Wow, there’s a lot going on in that little phrase, so many implications to unpack I don’t even know where to begin. There’s racism, of course, and derision of people with intellectual disabilities. There’s also casual…

Teaching Kids the Magic of Metamorphosis

Ovid opens his Metamorphoses with the line “In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas corpora” (I intend to speak of forms changed into new entities), and that’s exactly what I intend to do today. Ovid’s metamorphoses are largely concerned with one entity changed completely into another – Diana converting Actaeon into a stag after he had the misfortune of…

Hugs for Love, Hugs for Life

I’m sure that if you have kids, you hug them. We all know that hugging – and being hugged – makes us feel good. I’ve always believed that I’m a fairly tactile person, one who doesn’t stint on the physical affection. I’m a great hugger. But then I started asking myself some questions. How often do…