Traveling through the Southwest, I was intrigued by the changing landscapes. From the flat desert of Phoenix we climbed into the mountains as we drove to Albuquerque. The mountains, steep and rocky, soon gave way to more gently rolling hills now…

“…Whoever disturbs this mission is the enemy of the people, whether he pursues his aim as a Bolshevist democrat, a revolutionary terrorist, or a reactionary dreamer. In such a time of necessity those who act in the name of God…

We are conducting this anti-terrorism campaign all wrong. Saber rattling and drone strikes are okay, but I have a much simpler solution. Think about it.  Terrorists induce others to strap on bombs, hijack planes, shoot up shopping malls through ideas.…

(For added special effect, here’s a link to Chicago’s “The Whole World is Watching.” Just skip the ad if it pops up, let the music start, then read away) During the first presidential campaign debate, Donald Trump answered the question…

Music has always been an important part of my life. Serving as a soundtrack, memory anchor, and source of entertainment and inspiration. I am always fascinated by the way the human mind works, memory in particular. Memory is a mystery.…

Dear American Airlines, I tried to give you money yesterday but you refused to accept it. I wanted to upgrade my daughter and son-in-law’s flight home from their honeymoon to business class. Yet, no matter how I tried, you wouldn’t…

I had the opportunity to walk through the old Rocky Point Amusement Park grounds the other day. The last time I walked this area I was likely 9 or 10 years old. The nostalgia for the lost rides, shore dinner…

Nothing quite prepares you for your daughter’s marriage. No matter her age, how long she’s been together with her boyfriend/ soon-to-be husband, no matter how much you try to convince yourself you’re ready. You aren’t. The first time you see…

I will be away from writing for a few days. Off to celebrate my daughter’s wedding. A little girl grown all too soon. Such is the speed at which life flies by. A moment ago she was a tiny human being…

As a writer, I often cannot control the voices in my head. They run Helter-Skelter from one thought to another. When one strives to write, you often find yourself more a spectator or passenger. Rare to have any control at…