I doubt that it was the first book I ever read, but the life story of our first president from Illinois, with a colorful illustration on each page, is one of the earliest I remember owning and reading over and over again.  Abe Lincoln was an authentic American hero in my… Read full post »

Sandra no longer sandra no longer miller Stephens and her charming husband Herb made time in their wine country weekend to hang around with Risa and me on Saturday afternoon.

Herb took some great pictures, one of which I've adopted as my new avatar, more authorial-looking I think than my or… Read full post »

This past weekend I posted a celebration of my marriage on the occasion of our anniversary.  I can't just let this piece stand alone.  There's a third coda to the story and this post is it.

Last election night, I went to bed feeling joy and pride at our country's selection… Read full post »

When Risa and I jumped the broom on the hillside above the amphitheatre in Berkeley's John Hinkel Park on the Saturday after the spring equinox in 1980, it was the third wedding for both of us.

I mean to say, it was the third wedding for the two of us, that… Read full post »

I discovered Greek mythology when I was eight.

School was a one-room building with a wood-burning stove and no plumbing, one teacher, eight grades, about a dozen students in any given year.  There was an entry hall where the firewood was stacked and where in winter we hung our coats, mitten… Read full post »

This is a response to FeatheredThing's Open Call.

Anyone who got a high school education in the U.S. has read at least a couple of poems by the good gray poet Walt Whitman, usually including "O Captain! My Captain", his elegy for Abraham Lincoln.

When I was in the army of… Read full post »

The moon is in its waxing gibbous phase as I write these words, that week between the first quarter and full when the half-moon gets a baby bump that swells perceptibly every night.  This is the moon that rises between noon and sunset so you can see her like a pale… Read full post »

Dear Mr. President,

I'm not sure that you're going to get this bipartisanship thing to work for you.

Frankly, sir, I think it's time to take the gloves off and start forcefully reminding the American people why they threw the Republicans out of power.  Last night, I saw some of your old… Read full post »

faith [ME feith, fr. OF feid, foi, fr. L fides; akin to L fidere to trust]

The most common use of the word "faith" in our times is as a synonym for "belief", specifically for religious belief.  We often find it being used to designate a system of religious beliefs or… Read full post »

Earlier this week the estimable Zumalicious put up a terrific post about the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.

It was a hoot, and I thought for sure she'd get a lot of attention and a slew of responses, but it seems to have flown right under the radar, so I'm kicking it back… Read full post »

Dad was an altar boy.  If you'd known my father you might find that hard to believe.  I have a vivid memory of a dinner conversation between Dad and a devout Catholic friend of the family in which the old man contended that praying to Jesus was fine for some, but… Read full post »

Mr. President,

First let me congratulate you on your historic victory, and thank you for taking the time to hear me out.  I hope you'll consider my words carefully.  I know I'm not the only American who shares my concerns.

It's clear that you have a full plate and more with… Read full post »

bleeding edge of boom baby cry baby why maybe lonely only big family dad mad mom sad cold grandma old me skinny small can't catch a ball runner swimmer wet dreamer looks in books cooks no jock joker english major poker wager thinker drinker copout dropout biff bam uncle sam hello… Read full post »

I'm no good

at this hundred word stuff,

can't I do a haiku instead?

1.  I did my first eight years of school in a one-room schoolhouse.  For half that time the only heat was a wood-burning stove in the middle of the room, and there was no indoor plumbing.  For drinking water, there was a hand pump in front of the school, and for the… Read full post »

It was a question I'd never heard before, certainly never expected, and it startled me, left me speechless for a couple of seconds.

"Are you white?"

I found the flip answer, "Don't I look white?", and instantly the look on her face told me it was the wrong way to respond.  You… Read full post »

Next Saturday night will be Yule Eve, otherwise known as Midwinter Eve or the winter solstice, the longest night of the year.  When better to throw an all-night party?

On this night for the last twenty-plus years, Risa and I have opened our door from sundown till sunup to family, frien… Read full post »

In this clear Northern California summer, in the outskirts of a small wine- country city an hour's drive north of San Francisco, I've been able to step outside on many nights and discern a faint trace of the Milky Way.  The sight always makes my heart sing.

Half a century ago… Read full post »