On January 1, 2013, I resolved not to cuss so much but hell, that one went to shitsville before noon. I resolved to not be so fussy when it comes to fiction but then Louise Erdrich uses a phrase like ‘small-time hypocrites’ and I vowed once more that I shall keep my eyes from worthless prose. I resolved to not coddle my kids so much but then I remembered the ashen parents of Sandy Hook who I betcha would plead with me to go on and coddle like there’s no tomorrow. I resolved to wear fancier blue jeans, maybe a pair with curly stitching on the back pockets to draw your gaze to my rear, but then I slipped on my old faded Levis and was sore ashamed at such adulterous thoughts. And last but not least on the very first day of such an august new year I resolved to not try to be optimistic, pessimistic, or realistic; but I will gladly exclaim I did rededicate my days to the dogged pursuit of tenderness.