The Tears of Angels

I’m looking up at the sky.  How many stars can I see in the night?  Dozens?  Hundreds?  A thousand upon a thousand? My cell phone is screaming at me. An Amber Alert. Be on the lookout for a nine-year-old girl that may have been abducted in Lake George by someone in a white van, driving…

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I am the man on Fifth Avenue.

With the passage of H.R. 1, colloquially known as the “One Big, Beautiful Bill,” I now know how I will die. I will die because the hospitals that take care of me either won’t exist any more, or they’ll charge me so much money that I cannot afford to seek medical care. I will die…

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Why Father’s Day hits harder for me

Long-time readers of my blog know that I am a survivor of child abuse. My biological father, Robert Miller, let me know for the longest time that I was a product of him not totally understanding the rhythm method of birth control, and I do recall several moments of emotional and physical abuse from my…

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I miss you already, Frieda.

Frieda Tillman was one of my first connections in high school. She was my first true friend, and we remained friends throughout our high school years. We took many classes together, we participated in several extracurricular activities together, and we were both champions on the WRGB Answers Please quiz show from 1981. On Monday, I…

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“Sweet Purge” – a digital short about the crisis of eating disorders

About a dozen years ago, I worked with Tabatha Beshears on the Bottle Service webseries. But while Bottle Service never saw the light of day … Tabatha went on to create some other videos and media projects. Including this extremely important digital short called “Sweet Purge.” And I will preface this with a trigger warning…

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