Monthly Archives: January 2017

I’m an immigrant. My mother, father and I came here from France more than a half-century ago. There was no American Dream involved, just a search for something better than what was to be found in Europe. It wasn’t easy. … Continue reading →

What’s the next step? This may anger some people, but I think one reason we marched was to make our public apology to the rest of the world. We did not behave properly; we let a madman in. Half of … Continue reading →

Women, thousands and tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands, and more than a million of them worldwide; women of every age, gender affiliation, color, size, shape, nationality and faith. Women on crutches and in wheelchairs, and posing as Statues … Continue reading →

When I was in my mid-twenties, I got into serious trouble with a number of credit card companies. I had Carte Blanche, Amex, and Choice cards, and I spent as if I’d never have to pay the bills, which was … Continue reading →

It is just past seven on an unseasonably warm January night, Friday, actually, the traditional date night, the dinner and movie and Junior Mints night. I am sitting at my kitchen counter watching the traffic go by, eating the leftovers … Continue reading →

Recently, Arielle and I have had discussions on where and how to get reliable information. Arielle depends largely on the electronic media, which I view with great suspicion. I’m a print person; a good part of my professional life has … Continue reading →

I had lunch with a friend recently, a man I’ve known more than two decades and with whom, years ago, I shared my innermost secrets. Then we fell out of touch. I’m not sure what happened. I think I said … Continue reading →

My mother suffered from depression and was a pharmaceutical drug addict. I say this without rancor, and I can also attest to the fact that my father was a classic enabler before that word was coined. In those days, it … Continue reading →