Tonight’s episode of “Down a Future Looking Glass” concerns the fictitious story of a country you all know, a country now spliced into at least two parts.
Answers to my queries included “grilled cheese,” “religious freedom,” “grit” and “love of family and volunteering.”
An example: When children with special needs, elderly parents, or spouses need caregiving, it is usually a woman who takes on the role of primary or even sole caregiver.
For a very long time, many have thought it acceptable to issue all sorts of commands about quite personal matters to all sorts of women they often do not know.
When saying goodbye to a place where one has lived (off and on) since university days, one sort of wants to do so at much-loved shrines and spots from days long gone.
What is different about the New Alone is the large and growing number of people, no matter their relationship status, who are doing all sorts of things by themselves.
Was John Kennedy too young? Ronald Reagan too old? Pundits will have their opinions.
Trump clearly did not think she’d respond to his insult in the take-no-prisoners, I’m-a-former-CEO-who-fired-thousands manner she employed during the last debate.
Just when you thought no mane could out-tease Donald Trump’s flying carpet, another presidential candidate’s hair has become a top topic of criticism.
Journalists and average citizens have asked, in tones ranging from befuddled to faintly sinister, how Sen. Lindsey Graham expects to become president if he has no first lady.
I’ve indeed had Aristotle on the mind. And these words specifically: “The wise man does not expose himself needlessly to danger …”
Many Arizona retirees thought life in the eternal sun would be a heavenly thing indeed, only to find it a hot, well-lit, lonely space.
Before you seal me in “It’s a Wonderful Life” museum storage, let me say I realize we all need and want stuff. But …
We can actually keep them intimate. We can, even though resisting the urge to make every single facet of our lives public isn’t a very fashionable concept at the moment.
“Wouldn’t it be productive,” James Brown asked, “if this collective outrage, as my colleagues have said, could be channeled to truly hear and address the long-suffering cries for help by so many women?”
While driving to Arizona, I thought about how rapidly life can move from pretty OK to seemingly awful. I wondered if my wonderfully active mother was lost to me.
It is a line no male president or presidential candidate has never really needed to walk.
In this soul-baring, tell-all, social-media age, she would have (mostly) kept a civil tongue.
Now she’s worried about the marriage prospects of women, especially if they earn more than their male counterparts.
Many young people believe that any sort of higher education exceeds their most earnest grasp.