[Some RJish articles recently published on Salon.com. Some may require a Premium membership.]
Fear and fatherhood: My son is sometimes afraid of me; I am more afraid of him. We both wrestle demons — monsters for him, parental anxieties for me — that cannot be vanquished.
Endangered species: Why are there no more rugged, self-reliant he-men like the subject of Elizabeth Gilbert’s “The Last American Man”? Because no women will put up with them.
Waving it my way: My ambivalence about the flag remains. But it still flaps on my front porch, even as post-9/11 Old Glory mania fades.