Topol and Tradition

Topol was Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof when Jackie Scott took a bunch of gifted Mexican border kids to NYC in 1990. At the time I couldn’t draw parallels, but I can now. We weren’t oppressed Mexican minority kids living in some white majority culture. We *were* the hyper majority in our hometown. Like […]

Reasons to be there

I grew up in warehouses. On Sundays, my dad would take me to early mass while my mom and sisters stayed home. Father Rosensweig of the Holy Order of Pedophiles gave express in-and-out 30 minute mass at 8 a.m. By 8:45 we’d have picked up McDonald’s hotcakes or Jack In The Box croissant sandwiches and […]

Pursuit of happiness

I don’t know how to write about this or talk about this or even feel about this. My sister called me a month ago. She never calls. She was crying. Big sobs. So it didn’t matter that I was dressed and about to go out. I knew that what mattered was that she needed to […]

I don’t look talk like I’m from around here

So part of the journey of self-exploration has been in getting to witness the autistic diaspora. When autism is discussed in a vacuum, rarely does ethnicity come into play. Like most things, autism is discussed from a white place. A male place. A privileged place. A parental place. A neurotypical place. But the great thing […]

Well I don’t care about history

When I was 12 or 13, my parents knew a younger guy in the golf scene. His girlfriend was this flawless beauty. She ran a clothing shop out of La Paloma called Sutton’s. Everything about her was effortlessly cool. Even her handwriting. She sent my mom a card on business stationary once. The script was […]