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I wish I didn’t have to write about Trump. Wish I didn’t have to call him out and call him names and declare his radical incompetence, his ever-increasing insanity. I’d…
My wife and I live in a house that real-estate agents label as an upside-down house, meaning that the living areas and kitchen are on the second floor and the…
I put it off as long as I can stand it. Reading the news of the day, that is. I take some deep breaths before I do, get ready for…
Maybe two I’m having a hard time focusing these days, feeling too distracted by the awful events continually fired at our collective consciousness every day. It feels like a nightmare…
Part 2 Most days now I wake up feeling fairly content. That is, until I read the morning news; but that’s a different (sad) story, one that I can almost…
“Call me Ishmael.” (Or Butch, same, same.) I’ve always been fascinated with the great work of American literature by Herman Melville, perhaps the first great American novel. “Moby Dick” is…
Part 1 I was born on a hot August night in West Philadelphia. My mother and her two sisters had to take public transportation to the hospital, as my father…
and other impossible to answer questions It’s by now an old refrain: “I didn’t think it could get any worse, and then it did.” No point in even reviewing the…
A personal testimony Yesterday I attended a viewing of a documentary film about caring for loved ones who are suffering through the final stages of dementia. It was an honest…
I’ve never completely understood my younger brother, Paul, even though I feel closer to him than anybody else in the world, excepting my wife and daughters. Paul and I shared…
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