And why you can trick-or-treat solo this year You humans have this saying: The eyes are the window to the soul. Well, the same can be said of the much more-evolved species: the dog. I mean, just look at my eyes in this humiliating picture. No need to be a…

Life on Earth in 2022 First there was Covid with a little Monkeypox then a dictator declared war like a terroristic fox Housing prices soared and gas prices STINK, no formula around for babies to drink The Death of a Queen an end of an era, Boris Johnson gone too — not…

How the Wizards of Washington Are Single-handedly Time Traveling the U.S. — Forget Hogwarts. The real Wizards wielding their magic are the black-cloaked bandits on the Supreme Court. No need for a Time Travel Portal when you’ve got a handy-dandy gavel to strike down and bring us back to the Dark Ages. Freedom is Overrated Oh those wise wizards, covering their mysterious genitalia in…

A Poetry Challenge An Apology Note as Poetry Before there were Post-Its, there were apology notes left on desks, pillows, and bathroom sinks. Times may change, but humanity’s emotions haven’t. Instead of writing a penciled or ink-dipped note of apology to express one’s remorse, we now shoot off texts and emails. The late poet, William…

I’ll Meet You There I’ll meet you past the disagreements, over the disappointments that stick to the hem of our pants I’ll meet you above the sound of discordant melodies, beyond the screeching sirens where our reason is lost I’ll meet you beyond broken hearts, football stadiums away from our cuts and bruises…

And how they affect us — There’s a photo of me in 5th-grade sporting braces and a perm reminiscent of a poodle fresh from a blow dry. It’s 1980-something, a time when bigger meant better and this included the Linda Richmond-esque bifocal glasses with gold-hued stickers of my initials in one of the lenses’ corners. For…

And focus on Life’s JUICE! This Life is sweet but also sour, a dance of Gentle, tangoed with Power The people you meet, may seem kind — then cruel, morphing smart, then dumb, like an overfed mule Always changing, never static, these humans we greet, offer shades more complex than one grain of wheat…

Life’s reflecting back at you all the time The images ingested by your retina, the visual fingerprints refracted in the soul’s lens, determine its story Life’s House of Mirrors is rife with revelry or reviled with repugnancy — the choice is (always) Yours The topography of a face reflects the dialogue between heart and head…

And why we need to catch ourselves saying it — Friends invited me out for dinner. Weeks before, we’d originally had plans for them to head over for brunch. “I’m making homemade waffles and smoothies,” I’d said. Only the day of the brunch found me flying to Florida to see my father in the ICU. Last night, at our dinner…