I had a plan to write on my birthday, this past Friday, May 29th. The writing thing is kind of weird and wouldn’t make sense to anyone who didn’t bother. Everybody reading this has definitely had a fair number of birthdays already, a statement of pure genius on my...
All of the conversation about this pandemic of ours is off the mark, across the board. There is nothing more unattractive than the role of the victim and I don’t care if it is in literature or life. When I was a good deal younger, I self-righteously blamed my wife for...
“Everything is under control. We just don’t know whose.” Something is terribly wrong. I am not sure things are any worse than they always have been, but circumstances have shone a bright light on our serious, societal shortcomings. I feel terribly naive when I think...
I have always thought about the state of my mental well being and have maintained a low bar forever. I am not sure when you cross some invisible boundary and enter the Land of the Lunes. I have never thought of myself as sane, mostly because there is too much pressure...
I confess to being terribly conflicted, when I look ahead and the it’s not because of the virus either. Frankly, there is absolutely no reason to look toward the future with any optimism, but no one wants to read about it either, let alone seeing it for what it is....
