There’s a storm brewing at the retirement center. It’s a small one. 4 vegetarians have gathered and there’s talk of revolution. We’re sick of looking at all those drawn and quartered and fried dead animals that pass for food and want choices that are healthy. Surprisin
I have known only a few African Americans in my life. All of them have been bright. Some of them were funny and a few of them prickly. They added to my joy and I’m sorry to say, they have all drifted away. The glue necessary to hold us together, something beyond respect, w
I’m no genius, but I like to think people who read my blogs are. Why? Because if they find me, they discover curious items about the world, together with references that will allow them to pursue further information, if they choose. Blogs featuring boxing cats and the dogs t
Recently, one of my blog readers sent me the link to comments made by Hannah MacDonald, head of an English publishing house. She was encouraging her colleagues to be kinder to writers. One wouldn’t want to squelch a budding Emily Dickenson, Jane Austin, or J. K. Rowling. (Click)
Leslee Urdwin has finished a movie about rape, Daughter of India. Jyoti Singh was a 23 year-old medical student in New Delhi, India who was attacked on a private bus and, after being brutalized by a group of young men, was murdered by them. One of the offenders died while in polic
When I lived in England in the 1960s, I met a number of Polish people and their children who, having found a haven in England during World War II, had chosen not to repatriate to their home country after peace had been declared. Some of the parents continued to wear the mantel of a
It might be difficult to feel sorry for an exiled Russian oligarch who: 1) ripped off his native country by cornering some of its most valuable business assets; 2) sold them off for$8 billion and with his money bought equally valuable assists elsewhere in the world; 3) who lives in a