Funeral For A Friend (The Death of Bill Cosby)
July 8, 2015
This feels a lot like a funeral. I grew up with Bill Cosby. Not with the man, per se but with the man’s work. His stand-up records were the continual
This feels a lot like a funeral. I grew up with Bill Cosby. Not with the man, per se but with the man’s work. His stand-up records were the continual
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll have LGBTQ children. I’m not sure if other parents think about this, but I do quite often. Maybe it’s because I have many gay people
Comic books have lied to all of us. Heroism isn’t capes and costumes. It doesn’t come from radioactive spider bites or metal suits or gamma rays or distant planets. It isn’t
My 5-year old daughter is a force of nature. She has this wild, frenetic energy that seems to propel her effortlessly through her young life. At times that unpredictable combustion can be a
This feels a lot like a funeral. I grew up with Bill Cosby. Not with the man, per se but with the man’s work. His stand-up records were the continual
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll have LGBTQ children. I’m not sure if other parents think about this, but I do quite often. Maybe it’s because I have many gay people
Comic books have lied to all of us. Heroism isn’t capes and costumes. It doesn’t come from radioactive spider bites or metal suits or gamma rays or distant planets. It isn’t
My 5-year old daughter is a force of nature. She has this wild, frenetic energy that seems to propel her effortlessly through her young life. At times that unpredictable combustion can be a