The New Colossus by Emma Lazarus Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land t...

Puppies and Books A Summer Reading List Andrew doesn't like the owls.  They come in the gloaming; just at that evanescent mome...

Lost Voices I trusted the voice of my father.  He was a man of few words who never sang in church, but he could recognize the atona...

The Dog I Need My neglect of this blog has been appalling of late and for that I sincerely apologize.  Several of my readers have w...

Magical Thinking Be it skepticism, hubris, or a gray-green combination of both, for some reason I have always avoided the self-help...

A Dream Comes True, With Books Some experiences, even - or perhaps most especially - ones long-awaited and anticipated, fail to l...