For most of the public history of alcoholism and drug addiction all the way back to Noah, the general impression has been that it is…read more
Could there have been anyone more gorgeous, more sumptuous, and more glamorous to a girl growing up in the ‘50s and 60s than Elizabeth Taylor,…read more
Sometimes, I wonder what an outsider would think of our world. How can a planet, so small within the vast universe, be so terribly at…read more
Summertime is by far the easiest season to prioritize your health and improve your diet. A delectable cornucopia of fresh and seasonal produce is available…read more
“Here it comes!” my husband said, as the wind slammed our hillside house and a storm of heavy, wet flakes descended on our deck. It felt as if the sky were turning itself inside out and then falling on top of us. Beautiful, yes; scary, just a bit. The furnace stopped humming and embraced silence as a spiritual path. The refrigerator subsided, muttering, then was quiet. All of the lights were snuffed, as if light itself were being hoarded within the bulbs until a better day presented itself.
We sprang into action. Luckily, we could dip buckets into a half-filled hot tub in the basement and haul them upstairs for flushing toilets. We got out the candles and the hurricane lanterns, one so old it barely worked, a relict from hurricanes during my own childhood. My husband ran out onto the deck and started piling wood into a leather carrier, lugging it indoors — along with a blast of wet, cold air.read more
From my high school students this time of year I often get a lot of questions like this: “Mr. H., why are we celebrating Halloween?…read more