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AMERICA, WE MUST BREATHE
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of reason, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief,...
AMERICA, WE MUST BREATHE
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of reason, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief,...
REFLECTIONS OF MY FATHER
How do I explain the mystery that was my father? Most of what I learned of any value, I learned from him. He was a hard man to get to know;...
REFLECTIONS OF MY FATHER
How do I explain the mystery that was my father? Most of what I learned of any value, I learned from him. He was a hard man to get to know;...
REMEMBRANCE…IN THE TIME OF COVID-19
This is the article I didn’t want to write. Aware of inexorable tempus fugit, bringing this date – May 1st – I told myself to keep busy with various yardwork projects, head...
REMEMBRANCE…IN THE TIME OF COVID-19
This is the article I didn’t want to write. Aware of inexorable tempus fugit, bringing this date – May 1st – I told myself to keep busy with various yardwork projects, head...
THE GIFT OF CONNECTION
It is often said that we enter one another’s spheres of orbit but for a season. Friends we hold dear, loved ones with whom we’ve lost touch; they influence us,...
THE GIFT OF CONNECTION
It is often said that we enter one another’s spheres of orbit but for a season. Friends we hold dear, loved ones with whom we’ve lost touch; they influence us,...
OF SOLITUDE, HOLY WEEK, PASSOVER…AND BASEBALL
There are relatively few times in our lives when we’re called to reflect as deeply on our very existence as this dreaded covid-19 virus has demanded of us all. If...
OF SOLITUDE, HOLY WEEK, PASSOVER…AND BASEBALL
There are relatively few times in our lives when we’re called to reflect as deeply on our very existence as this dreaded covid-19 virus has demanded of us all. If...
THE NINTH CIRCLE
I am a recovering drug addict. Take a moment…let that sink in. When my skeletal structure began deteriorating in both knee joints, in 1998, I was forty-two years old. The disease was...
THE NINTH CIRCLE
I am a recovering drug addict. Take a moment…let that sink in. When my skeletal structure began deteriorating in both knee joints, in 1998, I was forty-two years old. The disease was...