The Specificity of Moments

I once saw a segment on CBS Sunday Morning  about someone with Alzheimer's disease.   "There are no survivors of Alzheimer's,...

For a few moments this afternoon, I traveled back to April of 1992.  I was listening to music via a random shuffle today, an...

I was a long-time opponent of Facebook, decrying its trite and inconsequential postings. ("I just sneezed very loudly." "I ...

Marshall graduated from high school in 1984 and served his country in decorated military service. Excellence marked his life, as he garnered...

I was especially saddened today to read in the L.A. Times that noted author and fantasist Ray Bradbury died at the age of 91. He was, almos...

It's been about a year since I finished Steve Martin's second novella, The Pleasure of My Company . I'd not read Shopgirl (or s...

This morning, over breakfast, I was admiring some lovely flowers in the center of the table.  I brought them home several days ago when my d...

When Ronald Reagan died, I purposefully avoided information about the services and eulogies. I ducked coverage of his body lying in state. I...

Years ago on a trip to Boston, I ate burgers at b.good and hopped the T to Faneuil Hall , where I found the Freedom Trail and figured I...

Two of my favorite Internet sites ( Slate  and  Longform ) occasionally join forces.  I recently saw where Longform has provided a guide (vi...

I've been recently catching up on podcasts during my commute, and an episode of To The Best of Our Knowledge (a production of Wisconsin...

I woke up at 4:30 a.m. on December 16th. When I checked my phone to see what time it was, I saw an alert from the New York Times .  (I get...

The news out of North Korea last month (of Kim Jong Il's death) gave me pause.   I was in-country when his father, Kim Il Sun...

It's been a decade since the crash.   It happened ten years ago tonight. I was headed home from work, after returning to the...