Although I am good at enumerating my father’s flaws, it’s hard for me to sustain much anger at him. I expect this is partly because he’s dead, and partly because the bar is lower for fathers than it is for mothers.

I'd been upstaged, demoted from protagonist in my own drama to comic relief in my parents' tragedy

At first I was glad for the help. My freshmen English class, "Mythology and Archetypal Experience," confounded me. I didn't understand why we couldn't just read books without forcing contorted interpretations on then

But I read comic books. I read things like Richie Rich and Little Lulu.

Was Daedalus really stricken with grief when Icarus fell into the sea? Or just disappointed by the design failure

It's imprecise and insufficient, defining the homosexual as a person whose gender expression is at odds with his or her sex.

What would happen if we spoke the truth?