Catalytic Narrative

I seem to be on a theme of anniversaries, mostly just past. I missed the 40th for the moon landing , and wanted to be part of some flame war...

Sometimes you write and write, and get lost in the writing. Sometimes you fling it away into the trash bin. Sometimes into the ether. Well, ...

I am writing this now, perversely indeed, on a very obsolete, but very tiny and with a really nice keyboard, laptop. It took seemingly forev...

Lots of people would like to have the last word on the big issues. Like abortion, say, or global warming, or intelligent design. Many of the...

I was up on a ladder painting the ceiling, making a bedroom for my infant daughter, when the phone rang on June 4, 1989. What’s going on in...

I woke up that morning considerably earlier than I would have liked to. Some time in the middle of the night, like maybe three AM, there was...

Straw Dogs: Thoughts on Humans and Other Animals by John Gray My review rating: 5 of 5 stars Grim. To look up and find not Jesus, but a d...