I would love for you all to become headline sleuths with me. This is from a letter I wrote last week to the editor of our local paper: I have been through a few transformations in my life. In the...
The more actions taken against women’s bodies, minorities, the LGBTQ+ community, and gun control, the more it seems like anti-democracy lawmakers are running from shame. Unable to face the reality that a female child is pregnant, they try to legislate...
Metro police departments typically have a 311 number that citizens can call for non-emergencies. This is the number that people call when a family member is in serious mental distress from such diseases as depression, schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Usually,...
My anger and shame about the history of Black people at the hands of White people is always heightened during Black History month. Every year I learn of historical incidents of violence and utter depravity against Blacks that are new...
A small rural police department in my area is promoting a huge improvement in communications between police and young people. After a spate of illegal graffiti incidents over the summer, the chief decided to launch a community policing initiative: offer...
At midnight on Christmas, 2022, in a tent in the New Hampshire woods, a poor and unhoused young woman gave birth to a boy. Parallels to stories of the birth of Jesus stop there. The woman was a known substance...
Happy New Year to you all! I hope all is well with you and your loved ones as we head into 2023, and that CoVid-19 has treated you kindly. The pandemic lockdown was a huge blessing for all writers; we...
In this country this week, over 70 million people felt the need to re-elect as President a man with a history of criminal behavior, a man who refuses to accept any authority other than his own belief system, a man...
“Anti-intellectualism has been a constant thread winding its way through our political and cultural life, nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge.” (Isaac Asimov, 1980) I remember a night...
For the past 18 years, I have driven past the same abandoned farmhouse almost every day. Lace curtains deteriorated from year to year, their remnants hanging on like tattered flags left too long in the wind. Summer vines crept over...