Monthly Archives: July 2011

  For the past six or seven years I have gone to Al Anon meetings on a weekly basis in search of, well, I’m not quite sure… some sort of understanding, or explanation of why the things around me are … Continue reading →

  I once had a friend who was insane, back when the word meant something frightening and incurable. My friend’s name was Danny and our parents were close; we were two French families of average standing recently arrived in the … Continue reading →

  It’s the heat. The Washington area has been wrestling with 100˚F weather and there is no break due for a day or two. Yesterday, the power went out for a blessedly short time, but in the hour or so … Continue reading →

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  Roger Clemen’s legal difficulties just ended—at least temporarily—in a mistrial. He may or may not be tried again, but really, it’s a silly procedure that doesn’t mean much in either the long or short-term. Did he use performance-enhancing drugs? … Continue reading →

  So I just published a book on Kindle. It’s titled Wasted Miracles, (I named this blog after it) and I originally wrote it about a decade ago, rewrote it two or three times, and decided to put it out … Continue reading →

  The urologist handled me gingerly, a big man with large gentle hands and, he told me, a French major in college. I was lying on the examining table, pretty much fully exposed as he poked, prodded, and went, “Hmm” … Continue reading →

  This week I managed to sustain two tiny injuries—a knife cut and paper a paper cut—that hurt like hell for a few minutes, then pretty much vanished. Both bled far too much for such inconsequential damage.  I bandaged them … Continue reading →

  I’ve grown a beard. I haven’t had one since I was in my thirties, and back then there was very little white or grey or other flag of aging.  This one has come in full salt and pepper with … Continue reading →

It’s a lot of fun watching a big guy go down, hence our enjoyment of Dominique Strauss-Kahn’s predicament. Here was a wealthy, powerful man in whose hands rested the destiny of nations, and he was accused of sexually molesting an … Continue reading →