Politics divides. So do Monolithic Identity Groups with cookie cutter brainless responses. By age 8 I was starting to see that Mom was suffering from certain Liberal Identity Disorders. MIGs n LIDs go together like boats n hoes, like chocolate n peanut butter.

Open Heart Surgery. Naughty Racist Words. Bad driving. What sacrifices are you willing to make for love? In Marriage and in the World? Every little heartbeat counts.

Who to call after a day in prison? The Gambler who is most likely to destroy you and get you sent back. Beats returning to the mad woman who turned you in. Remember: it’s never Your Fault.

Why does violence happen? I revisit my first marriage, poverty, prison, race, pro sports, and a culture with a thirst for debilitating combat.

Borat. Rachael Kessler. Penthouse Intimacy (not the magazine!) and sweet flawed vulnerability. A rare sprinkle of controlled violence and a love that grows on - forever.

Superman? Clark Kent? Borat? You want a man who can be all three. You’ve come to the right Penthouse my friend.

On Sunday 11-27-11 she picks me up in her Mustang, not sure if I’m a psycho or not. Four hours of honest talk. She learns I’m married with five kids. Baggage anyone? No sweat.

Two Lives. One before Mom dies, one After. One before I met the Queen of Israel, one After. November 25, 2011 when Everything was in The Balance.