As most of you know, I was brought up in a world where however staunchly my father supported Adlai Stevenson, he was still capable of listening with respect to the man who first warned us about the military-industrial complex, President Eisenhower. It has disturbed me for a long time to find that I now occupy a world where it appears that this kind of thing is no longer possible. Regrettably left/right agreement can’t bring back a single child that was lost in this most recent shooting, but I, at least, think it means something that I can staunchly agree with the first paragraph in this presents-both-sides report I subscribe to despite its having been written by a conservative. And, however much I oppose the NRA, I can certainly “hear” a right-winger saying of future school shootings: “How many parents will bring guns with them and race for the school’s entrance before the cops can stop them? If you have reason to fear that your local PD won’t put their lives on the line to save your child, you have only one option.” But…what do you think?
Craig Healing Springs (this excerpt from my memoirs is about aging)
See if you agree with the editor who, though he published other work of mine in the New York Times, rejected this piece. (Written long ago, it’s now part of Craig Healing Springs, the title I’ve given my memoirs.) THE GOLDEN YEARS When I moved to Long Island the first…
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Genetic God
Recently I had the great pleasure of meeting author Matthew Alper, who describes a fascinating book of his below: It is not a coincidence that all humans have a nose in the middle of their face or that all cats have whiskers or that all Monarch butterflies have the exact…
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Wade Was Withdrawn
Democratic Dallas Prosecutor Henry Wade’s detachment may have made Jane Roe’s victory possible, but his fellow Democrats’ detachment has made overturning Roe v. Wade possible. My friend Ina contributes some food for thought: Guest Post by Ina Bransome Women of means (white feminists and white women of means) will always…
Read MoreBarnett Berger: A Poem In His Memory By A Friend Who Wished To Remain Anonymous
The poem below is by a friend of Barnett Berger, who wished to remain anonymous. I woke up to drifting clouds as Mother Nature came rolling in with lightning flashing throughout the sky. And as the birds departed from the crackling of thunder all around, the sun stayed hidden behind…
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Barnett Berger: Six A.M.
The poem below is by Barnett Berger. Six A.M. The river sends its chill The stars above are incantatory Wishing me well Creation of sound is my purpose Heard or unheard Harmonious or distant Taut with dissonance Or flowing with the signals Calling sweet love I am a wingwalker And…
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