As I mention in my upcoming memoir, for a time I lived in a pub in an English village.  Quaint and cozy, it was of note because of a  monk’s face, carved with a wink, that peered into the serving room.  Behind it was a passageway, long since blocked, that in early day

I may have been born before my time, but  at 82, I’m not too old to rejoice in the recent development of  fertility phone aps.   How wonderful that a young woman can have at her fingertips a device to help her decide when and if she wants to become pregnant.  Or, how to avoid p

The woman in this coroner’s photograph was called Gerri.  She died in 1964 attempting to give herself an abortion with a coat hanger.   Something went wrong and she bled to death alone on her bathroom floor.  If the picture offends anyone, I am sorry, but the circumstances shoul

Sarah Jones, a writer for The New Republic  offers advice on how to seek a compromise to end the abortion war.  (“Turning Pro-Life Blue,” by Sara Jones, The New Republic, Jan. 8, 2018, pgs. 9-10)  Unfortunately, being young, she fails to recognize her advice is alre

The small abortion clinic in my community is so quiet, one might assume it had gone out of business. It hasn’t, but the protesters have disappeared like fruit flies in winter. Even the grey-haired old man who used to carry a picket sign to and fro on the pavement has probably gone t

I don’t need to explore the universe to live in a state of wonder.  Observing the human race is enough for me.  A number of articles  appeared in the December 19th issue of The Week that should convince the likes of Hawking or Einstein that there is more mystery in human behavior