Given the anger the public has expressed since the bank debacle and the government’s bail out and the fact that polls show only 6% of the population approves of the job Congress is doing, I’m surprised at the nation’s apparent lack of concern about the National Security Agency�

A quiet revolution is going on in the United States and while I am heartened by it, I’m not sure where it is taking us. I’m referring to the creep of women into positions of authority and the concomitant fact that many are the sole breadwinners in their families. I’m not referri

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Author Frith Powell writes in her book, Two Lipsticks and a Lover that French women are different from their American counterparts:  Unlike her neurotic American sisters, a French bachelorette would never be caught dead mopping on the sofa, digging into a tub of Haagen-Das because so

I picked up an unread copy of a novel from the community library box last week: Graham Greene’s The Power and the Glory. Some critics have called it his greatest work and he, too, once admitted he favored it. The book was written in 1938 after he fled to Mexico, escaping extradition

I read The Alchemist, a novel by Paulo Coelho, a few years ago. A friend had recommended it and as it was an international best seller, it wasn’t hard to convince me to pick up a copy. I enjoyed the story about a sheep herder’s journey from Andalusia to exotic Egypt and the people

In the wake of 911, a debate is raging about the government’s right to store our phone messages and emails indefinitely. At the same time, there’s a deafening silence about similar intrusions from the private sector. Everyone knows that “cookies” follow us when we shop the int

Not long ago, a playwright looking for capitol to produce his play invited Facebook friends to a site where they could safely contribute. Until that moment, I was unaware such sites existed. Apparently they do, places where someone can make a modest donation to a dream. The process is

Last week, I received the same message 3 times on my Yahoo email account. Someone had entered my correct password from a different computer, it warned. My first impulse was to open the message to discover the perpetrator, then I thought better of it. I emailed my web manager, instead.

The longer I live, the more I marvel at my assumption that when I sling my foot over the edge of my bed each morning the ground will be there. I also marvel that we puny homo sapiens pursue “truth” as if the universe could be filtered through the tiny slits of our eyes, the tiny h