Steven LaChance

  • The Man Behind the Microphone

    I’ve spent most of my life behind microphones and in front of cameras. In many ways, it is where I feel most comfortable because it was what I was trained to do. Broadcasting. Debate. Theater. Public speaking. Years of learning timing, rhythm, presence, and how to hold the attention of a room. I actually prefer…

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  • Hard Choices

    Hard Choices

    I’ve noticed a lot of people my age going through major life changes with their parents. Usually it begins when one parent passes away, leaving the other behind, sometimes no longer able to live on their own. In my case, after my dad died, my mother was left with dementia and unable to live alone.…

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  • Walk Away

    Walk Away

    I haven’t had too much luck with godparents. In fact, there is only one I still talk to. I remember introducing Rick to one of them shortly after we were married. The response was not “Hello, nice to meet you.” It was a cold, very pointed: “You must be Rick.” The homophobia became apparent very…

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  • The Rules to the Game

    The Rules to the Game

    Right after my sister died, I went down a spiral questioning absolutely everything about life. I became angry and bitter. My mind was filled with questions, but one kept circling louder than the others: are we really in control of our lives, or is everything already decided and fate simply set into motion? Fate. There…

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  • I’m Fucking Furious

    I’m Fucking Furious

    I’m fucking furious. I’m fucking furious because in this day and age we still need days like this. I’m fucking furious that the LGBTQ+ community is once again dealing with escalating hatred, rhetoric, violence, and fear. I’m fucking furious because some people still have to measure safety before honesty. Today is not about performance or…

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  • The Danger of Pretending We Know the Unknown

    One of the things that has always frustrated me about parts of the paranormal world is the rise of the “all knowing” personality. You know the type. Every discussion eventually circles back to what “Spirit told them,” what they alone supposedly understand, or why their interpretation carries more weight than anyone else’s in the room.…

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  • Coordinating the Impossible

    You know what aggravates me? I mean, can I talk openly with you all without someone going off the deep end because they accidentally recognize themselves in what I’m about to say? I hope so because you know me. I’m going to say it anyway, and preferably before my coffee gets cold. I’m tired of…

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  • Every Life Has Value

    Every Life Has Value

    Every human life should matter equally, but if we are honest with ourselves, that is not the world we have created. What unsettles me is that most people already know this is true, but somewhere along the way we trained ourselves to accept it as normal. A wealthy or famous person is murdered and the…

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  • Mother’s Day

    Mother’s Day

    Life with my mother comes back in flashes now. It is funny how differently you see things as an adult than you did as a child. I see her more human now than I ever did before. I see the other side of the story that children are often too young to understand. I understand…

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  • Five in the Morning

    Five in the Morning

    I sit on the edge of the bed at 4:30 in the morning and think about all of the fractures in a life. There is something about this hour that strips away distraction. The world is quiet enough that truth begins rising to the surface whether you want it to or not. I think about…

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