Hubris
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Paean to An Athenian Hospital
“My weeklong stay at the Syngrou Hospital was like a holiday. If it had had a pool, it would have been perfect. I was stress-free, looking after only myself, leading a life of…
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Yes, Virginia . . . I Still Hear You
“I don’t know how my mother (to whom family was everything) would weather the pain of seeing families and friends torn apart by politics now. Back in the 1950s, my dad was a…
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My Lovely Face (-Book)
“This question should automatically trigger your DELETE key but, since AI has yet to advance to that level of sophistication, I usually yield to my curiosity and follow through, just long enough to…
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“Hello,” He Lied. “Shut Up,” She Explained: Integrity
“Despite my respect for the truth, if a badly dressed lunatic crawls in an open window, waves a knife under my nose, and demands to know where my wife is, I’ll tell him…
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The Poetry of Joshua Michael Stewart & Amy Pence
“My brother bought/ a dime bag and a revolver from a guy named Kool-Aid./ My mother was crowned a welfare queen, and drove/ a Cadillac assembled out of political mythology./ I smoked my…
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Our Evil, Our Shadow, Our Trump: 2016-2024
“This past year, and over the entire course of the US presidential campaign, we have all borne witness, whether conscious, less conscious, or unconscious, to yet another dangerous dance with Wotan, with the…
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Naked Came the Stranger & Stranger
“Cartoonist Mark Addison Kershaw’s getting off easy this summer: we’ve had two double-issues, and I’ve only managed to nag a total of seven cartoons out of him (for your and my viewing pleasure).…
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Impromptu Portraits & Shared Humanity
“These impromptu portraits offer glimpses into the everyday activities of people of all ages, living in all the many cultures I have stepped into over the years. We are all unique and beautiful…
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The Less I Do, The Better I Get
“I certainly don’t Google my name hoping to discover a buzz. That idea makes about as much sense to me as sitting down to a family dinner at 16 while peaking on a…
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Looking for Lattes
“The summer we fell in love, which was the summer of ‘72, we were both home in Schenectady, New York on break from our respective colleges, Kirkland and the Manhattan School of Music.…