“Seven at one blow!” said the little man with great pride. “Such a brave deed ought to be known all over the town, and it won’t
The rabbi stood before his congregation last Saturday and in his comforting baritone, spoke as rabbis have spoken for centuries: Keep yourself clear of the fighting
Pull it together, for crying out loud! I can’t settle. I can’t write right. Words fail me. My anger feeds my fear and my fear feeds
Angry? Me? Who am I to be angry? Let’s talk about experts: the people we trust to have delved deeply into a certain topic because it
I’ve said it so many times, I can’t remember to whom I’ve said it and on what walls of which elevators I’ve scratched it with my
Dodo-birds, Unite! Before We’re All Fricassee The following is a speech from Tony Kushner’s play, A Bright Room Called Day. Shut up. Listen. There is something
I hate the cavalier way people use the horrific to describe the irritating or inconvenient, like calling the lifeguards at our small beach Sand-Nazis because they
How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live. Henry David Thoreau I might have hesitated to
I’m still not sure about this blogging thing. For example, when I wrote about my evening out with friends a couple of weeks ago, I forgot
Cecil the Lion or rather his pelt will be competing for most common costume this Halloween—appropriate, considering this is the holiday on which, traditionally, we celebrate