At long last, we have rid ourselves of President Donald J. Trump. He, along with his Cro-Magnon offspring and lecherous enablers, are in their final days. And they can fuck…

I am 36 years old. And I am becoming me. I don’t believe in God. Not anymore, at least. Not so bold as to call myself an Atheist; not so…

Maybe it’s always been this way. Maybe Americans have always been so self-assured and arrogant because our perceived superiority was rooted in some objective measure of reality. So it didn’t…

As fate COVID would have it, Jessi and I have been trying to watch several older movies which are considered part of everyone’s upbringing, but somehow missed ours. Case in point:…

For close to two months, national news has settled into a 24-hour COVID-19 party-line circle jerk of fear and conjecture. But one story managed to finally break through the din….

Dear Bank of America — It’s me, David Berry. I’ve been a personal banking customer for 16 years (I had hair back then! Don’t you remember? Of course you don’t). For…

“If I’m being honest.” On its face, the turn of phrase implies that something I may have said, or might still say, could otherwise be perceived as a bold-faced lie….

As I march toward 40, I’m vulnerable to Joe Goldberg-level schisms in my peace of mind via the mundane annoyances of daily life. Just the other day, at a grocery store I avoid at all costs, I saw a man’s face and I thought “man, he has a face that I just want to hit.”

The United States and its gun laws are as talked about as which NBA bench player is banging or cheating on a Kardashian sister, which is to say, all the…