It’s been just past a year now since I started posting articles on Medium, so I guess it’s time I introduced myself. Don’t look for much by way of detail on my personal life — I’m a pretty private person till I get to know you — but here’s the 2-dollar tour of my world, my mind, and my life as a writer.
The surprising thing about me — surprising to me, at least — is that I’m nearly 70 years old. That sounds far older than I feel most days. My life is still a pretty active one, even…
It was not an easy thing to turn my back on Christianity at nearly 60 years of age. Since my childhood, church had been the hub of social life for me. Prayer had started every meal, and Christian ritual had solemnized the sacred moments and transition points of life. Many of my mentors and advisors had been ministers of one denomination or another.
What’s more, the congregations I had joined were filled with joyful, caring people, people trying to live good and healthy lives, folks I could respect. …
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use!
As tho’ to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things . . .
-From “Ulysses” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
“Retiring” is an adjective that’s never been applied to me, and if anyone’s about to start, it won’t be in my hearing. I came late to the insight that I cannot be contented long without some…
A comment on one of my recent articles caught my attention. A young man expressed appreciation for my advice about letting friendship grow before deciding whether to explore a sexual connection.
The problem was, he said, sometimes women he went out with were ready for sex before he was.
Now, I can’t say I’ve wrestled with that problem. When I was that man’s age (half a lifetime back), I would have laughed at such a statement, maybe even asked him, “Are you bragging or complaining?”
Not that I have never turned down sex. But the times that I was propositioned…
An organized list of Ed Robson’s works on Medium
Medium, as far as I’m concerned, is writers’ heaven. It’s full of writers, who tend to be my favorite people. It’s a place to find all kinds of writing, which is my favorite art form. It’s a place to post my writing and get paid — usually a buck or two, sometimes a thousand or more, not enough to live on (so far) but enough to call a part-time job. Last fall I made as much here as I did from my stipend as a graduate teaching assistant, mostly on the strength of one viral article.
Getting paid for writing…
For most of my first 60 years of life, I was a Christian. A Methodist in childhood, Presbyterian in young adulthood, Episcopalian from 25 till 50-something, then a couple years of UCC before eventually turning my back on the whole shebang.
I loved the Church, because the Church loved. Every church I joined showed that commitment, a commitment to healing a broken world by loving its people in practical ways. Like feeding hungry bodies, building houses for the homeless, and offering public support and community to other-gendered people and same-sex couples. …
Men are rational, women are emotional. Isn’t that what everybody says?
Trouble is, like many other things that “everybody” says, this one’s partly true, part false, and terribly misleading in the larger scheme of things.
In 30 years of practicing psychology, I heard it all the time, not just from patients but also from physicians and mental health professionals. It was even taken as a given in a lot of the professional literature, where many articles attempted to explain why women were so much more emotional, but few examined whether that was actually the case.
There was this one thing…
When I first started college, I believed I was going to major in mathematics. Or if not math, then physics. Cue the laugh track.
After all, I’d been a science nerd in high school. Not a techy — I don’t think we had those in the 60s — but an unabashedly gee-whiz aficionado of huge telescopes, laser beams, super-colliders, and everything that was in those days morphing from sci-fi into reality.
My father was a hard-science man, a chemist in the research labs of what we now call Exxon, designing molecules and telling Mother Nature how to build them. He…
The major divide in the US is not red vs blue, rich vs poor, or evangelical vs rational. It is between those who accept the idea of civic responsibility--that all must endure certain duties and restrictions to safeguard the community as a whole--versus those who believe they have a God-given right to do exactly as they please. Toxic individualism will be the death of our once-proud-but-now-simply-arrogant nation.