A lot of people don't "get" modern art, or for that matter abstract art of any sort. They look at a brilliant painting by Morris…

For countless nights, Carol lay in bed, sleepless as the creek that ran through her ranch. Finally, she decided that Mike was never going to…

Perfect Devotion Her life was devoted to two things – becoming beautiful and the Catholic Church. Middle daughter of seven born to wealth, her family…

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I’ve lived a good and reasonably long life, and as this Jewish New Year begins, I’ve much to be grateful for….and for that, I am…

In the last weeks of April, men wearing civilian clothes with a black diamond outlined in silver thread began appearing on Berlin’s streets. They were…

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Robert Redford died last week and there’s been a lot in the media about his passion for independent filmmaking. That passion changed my life because,…

Once I played a small plastic flute – it was called a “Tonette”—and it was similar, I think to another toy-like, recorder-like plastic flute called…

The perfect love...that is what set off my giggles. You know that old jokey saying about when they passed out brains you must have been…

I searched for the poem that I remembered, oddly, vaguely, from my first year of teaching at HTHS. It was Nancy Ellis, in my senior…

Nordsee was angry that day. It was August but her waters were not calm. They flashed steel grey. Mutti, Agatha, Ernst, Frau Bleich, Sarah and…