Tag Archives: parenting

It’s Our Fault

Posted on April 2, 2014 by John

If the world was better in your youth, and kids had much more sense; if things once great have gone to shit, and nothing makes much sense, you only have yourself to blame: your parenting did this. How damned convenient … Continue reading →

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Addled Essence

Posted on August 18, 2005 by John

“The problem,” he said, “with making life so easy, particularly for the young adult, is two-fold. First, a life of leisure without significant responsibility or strife is bound to result in an attitude of mere idolent malaise — which of … Continue reading →

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A Witch’s Daughter

Posted on February 14, 2005 by John

I watch my daughter grow. She finds the patriarchy’s walls, once comforting and so secure, now quickly closing in; and the consumer culture, bred in bright and shiny malls, begins to question her reluctance to wallow in sin. The icons, … Continue reading →

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Parenting 101

Posted on December 5, 2004 by John

Parenting teaches, like nothing else did that you pay for the bullshit you pull as a kid the invoices rendered by children who ask for clemency, extended curfews, and cash Share This:

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Before Attending Miss Teen Louisiana Training

Posted on August 8, 2004 by John

We do not want to go and sit for three long hours of this shit. We do not think it well-spent time to learn to walk the judging line or show your beauty, just skin deep to leeches, dilettantes and … Continue reading →

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Tradition and the Individual Talent

Posted on June 3, 2004 by John

for T.S. Eliot When Icarus took flight with home-made wings he sought to rise above, not divine laws, but listening to how the eagle sings attempted to reach past the aeropause that culture places on its young when born to … Continue reading →

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Our Children’s Lives: a villanelle

Posted on April 15, 2004 by John

Adventure here finds peril where great mystery still thrives; it won’t respond to reason or attempts to understand the me-o-centric universe that is our children’s lives. A place where having grown ourselves, we’ve proved we can survive, although what proof … Continue reading →

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