courage | Down-n-Dirty Blog on Relationships

Published by admin on February 5, 2017

The Woman Who Wasn’t Afraid of Punctuation

I’ve always wanted to date a French woman. The accent… I can just stop there, right? Well, today was my lucky day. Her hair was thick and wavy, and black, like fertile soil. With big, blue eyes and the long, elegant fingers of a pianist, or perhaps a cello player. It was a…

Published by admin on December 31, 2016

The New Sexy: Upgraded (2017)

Here’s The New Sexy: Upgraded. (If you’re coming from my old site please scroll down to where it says, new.) Until recently, when a woman over 40 checked out my dating profile, the first thought that automatically popped up in my head was too old–and then I quickly moved on to the next profile. I would literally think, Why is she…

Published by admin on August 16, 2016

My Messy (Non-Linear) Life

For the past month or so, I’ve sat down to write, had a good start to a piece, only to then hit the save to draft button. Translation: no courage. My excuse was that my writing wasn’t good enough. Not tonight. Many people take a path in life (vis-a-vis their career) that looks pretty linear. Usually, it involves some…

Published by admin on March 16, 2016

Why We See Women as Weak

My epiphany struck in Publix. I was shopping with a friend and just slightly ahead of him. I found myself keeping tabs on whether he was coming with me or not. I started to feel a tinge of insecurity. Was I going to assert my independence, or was I going to have to follow…

Published by admin on March 5, 2016

My Most Courageous Act

The most courageous thing I’ve ever done wasn’t kayaking The Narrows in Zion National Park. It wasn’t living in Israel during the second antifada. It wasn’t even doing naked stand-up in front of a hundred strangers at Burning Man (even though I had forgotten to manscape). No. The most courageous thing I’ve ever done was to leave the…

Published by admin on December 19, 2015

I was six and all I wanted was a lightsaber

STAR WARS: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK. I was 6 years old. I remember getting my whole Universe blown to smithereens. I wanted to be Luke Skywalker. Badly. (Yeah, I wasn’t cool enough yet to be Han Solo.) I wanted a lightsaber, and I was willing to give up a finger–but only my pinky–if only I could…

Published by admin on December 12, 2015

Out of Control? Blame Entropy!

I am out of control. There you go. I said it. The first words are always the hardest. Aren’t they? I mean, when you KNOW you have to tell someone something, whether you’re in a relationship or just dating, and you absolutely DON’T WANT TO TELL THEM what you need to tell them. Crappola! ARGHHHH!!!!!!…

The Woman Who Wasn’t Afraid of Punctuation