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This past summer saw the painful local trial of a man who was accused of kidnapping a woman from a shopping center and holding her captive in his boardinghouse for 26 days. During that time he sexually assaulted her repeatedly. Finally, on a cold winter day, wearing only a shirt, she bolted outside and was able to flag down a passing delivery van and escape to safety.<

"Some of my best friends are gay! In fact most of them are! (What we straight guys can learn from our gay brothers about friendship.)"

I have a cottage on a lake about an hour outside of town. I go there to escape the noise, the heat, the bustle of the city. It is on a northern lake, and in the mornings and evenings the whole area echoes with the peaceful calls of loons. On warm days I can watch bald eagles and osprey soar on the breeze as they scan the water looking for their next meal. In the afternoon the wind often comes up, and at night

The August 8 North American issue of Time magazine has a cover story that proclaims: “CHORE WARS: Let it go. Make peace. Men and women, it turns out, work the same amount.” The article begins with a question: “Men are pulling their weight – at work and at home. So why do women still think the

From my position as a man who supports women’s rights (which to my mind includes the right to live in a world that is free from violence, free from battering, free from sexual harassment, free from exploitation, free from the trafficking of girls and of women, free from rape, free from fear), it seems absolutely clear to me that the women who work to support the survivors of men’s violence do wonderful work! And despite their amazing efforts and remarkable achievements, these women often receive not praise but only derision for the

I write this blog to bring attention to issues of gender violence and gender justice. And it would seem that the recent horror in Norway would be an interesting issue to address using a gendered analysis.

But I am not going to do that.

The city where I live just bought out the only local strip joint and shut it down. And I have to say, I sure won’t miss the place!

I hate strip joints!

The other day as I picked up my daughter from daycare I heard a young boy (who was probably around four years old) calling out to another young boy across the parking lot.

“HAVE A NICE WEEKEND!” he yelled. “I LOVE YOU!”

I sometimes find it rather entertaining when the social networking site Facebook takes it upon itself to suggest a new “friend” to me. A lot of these folks turn out to be people from my past. I am thrilled by the idea of reconnecting with many them. About others I feel more ambivalent – but I do find myself kind of curious to find out what they have been up to. But some of the people whom Facebook lo