It goes without saying that the troubled world would be much less troubled if we looked for commonalities with each other instead of differences.
I fear there is a debilitating neurological disease spreading among a portion of the population. It’s called “Can’t Admit One’s Wrong-itis.”
Not preparing or equipping people in harm’s way with the means to keep them safe is not only tragically wrong, it is criminal.
If our lives are like jigsaw puzzles, all of the people with whom we’ve crossed paths are pieces in that puzzle.
It’s kind of sad to have to bribe people today with freebies to take a life-preserving and pandemic-preventing vaccination.
Across the generations, people from all locations and walks of life have developed their own slang. It’s interesting to watch it change and evolve.
Today’s Trumpist Republicans are completely unrecognizable from what the Grand Old Party was only a decade ago.
Our country is now so politically divided that on any issue at any time, one group thinks the other is crazy.
Lord, my soul is ravaged this night/I’m a hopeless Luddite, that’s my plight.
My only aim in the op-ed was to show that the transition away from fossil fuels will be more challenging than we think.
I’ve heard it said that you usually dream at night about what you thought during the day.
The task of repairing a post-Trump America is daunting. It will take time — longer than a four-year administration.
This pandemic is our war. Future generations will judge how we sacrificed and took up arms to fight and defeat it.
One advantage of living long, if the memory endures, is developing a real historical perspective. This is also a disadvantage.