On Hope

I wrote this about fifteen years ago but the idea that we be there for one another, that we provide hope, seems even more timely now. * As I’ve gotten older I’ve had a harder and harder time with the concept of hope.    Read too much.  Too many newspapers.  Too much internet. Too many news … Continue reading On Hope


One thing about getting older is, if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you have to admit you no longer have the desire to be young again.  This is not to say you wouldn’t mind the energy, sex drive and indestructibility of youth, it’s just to say there’s a growing feeling of “thank god, I … Continue reading Oblivious


  In my house, my place of escape, refuge, privacy, contemplation and uninterrupted reading is on the toilet.  When the going gets tough, the tough get going and I go to the bathroom. Excuse me, I’ll say!  I have to go sit for a while! How can anyone object? I keep piles of books, periodicals … Continue reading REFUGE