Cheetos for Breakfast
Friday, August 18, 2017
On Institutions and People
I'm no history scholar. I grew up in the American South. Tennessee, to be specific. I do not remember ever learning that the Civil War w...
Thursday, July 27, 2017
The Legacy of Loneliness
My father was the only child of a rather reserved house painter and a chronically depressed nurse. During the Depression, he mother would dr...
Saturday, July 8, 2017
Maybe Too Personal
I'm going to get personal here. Who me? Yeah, me. Of course. 'Cause that's what I do. A couple of days ago I wrote about the f...
Wednesday, July 5, 2017
Slippery Slope Slides Both Ways
If I've heard it once, I've heard it a thousand times. All the worry about the slippery slope. Give an inch, they'll take a mile...
Monday, June 26, 2017
Pictures and Words
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, yet there are plenty of times that I'd prefer the words. I just don't see how a p...
Thursday, June 8, 2017
I have never been so tired in my life. I look in the mirror and am totally shocked at the pathetic creature staring back at me. Like a half-...
Wednesday, June 7, 2017
The Ministry of Listening and an Invitation to Spill
I am by no means a film connoisseur. I restrict my viewing strictly to educational or entertainment purposes. That said, one of my favorite...
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