I sit and watch the fluffy flakes descend this Easter morn. My cat peers in and loudly states his distaste of this dawn. I let him in and brush his fur with bare hand now quite dank. His pleasure shows with a loud purr but, "Phew!"…
Today is Easter. Colorful eggs (pagan tradition), bunnies and chicks (pagan symbols), and consuming dangerous levels of foamy sweetener in scary yellow bites (Peepsâ„¢). Let's not forget the "meaning behind it": The anniversary of yet another demi-god risen from the dead. I enjoy this take on that subject. Anyway, why…
I've sometimes wondered this, and this article in Discover Magazine presents the answer. Four percent of men are raising another man's child: From the clinics to the courts, routine DNA tests uncover genetic identities—and even family secrets. British public-health researchers examined nearly 50 years of medical data from around the…
Here's R.J.Eskow's story about how Hillary Clinton is so incredibly brave, or maybe not: If you're Hillary Clinton and you've just been caught in a "whopper," the only thing to be grateful for is that it's Good Friday and people are distracted. How bad could this story be for her?…
The recent rains have rising tides. A friend of mine sent the following frazzled missive this morn: "... been busy and intense here... Spent two days moving everything under the house and in the shed, up to my porches... full now of STUFF.... STUFF... everywhere... water is 5 feet deep…