Toby, thanks as ever for your infinite kindness. It would be an honor to housesit for you and Joe!
To the team at Amigo: I can see that your intentions with this response are pure, but I promise that you are making no “friends” by effectively spamming people’s personal essays here on Medium. This community is about engagement and reflection, not marketing. Thanks, but no thanks.
John, thank you for the thoughtful explanation.
You’re right: I disagree with this view of human nature. On the subject of raising kids in particular (a highly subjective, touchy matter to begin with), I don’t feel that any text—especially not one written thousands of years ago, within the context of a vastly different…
I so appreciate your bravery in sharing this story, Ellie. With each heartrending account of assault that I read, I learn more about myself and more about the massive failures of our culture in raising boys into men. Through your stories, you and others teach me how to be a better person, and—I hope—how to teach other men in turn. We can do so much better.
I just noticed the feet in this photo. I’m guessing the photographer is sitting in the doorway of a helicopter, because there’s no building even close to that tall in North Beach, and Coit Tower is further north (and not this tall: https://goo.gl/maps/E44TLctrxus).
I notice this most acutely in my memories of high school. Seemingly endless summers, new friends at a clip of several every month, a flood of knowledge and the life-changing discovery of the things that enthrall us.