‘What are you gonna do?’
In the three years my son battled cancer, he often played the Cancer Card. What that meant was if he […]
Letters
We’d better start talking — and listening — to each other
Here’s a bit of a sad story. I was invited to join a group that promised people with different views […]
Where do we go from here?
We live in an empire in decline. In fact, this is far from the early stages of collapse. I […]
#MeToo meets Uncle Joe
I’ve spent much of the morning replying to comments from men about how “snowlfakes” are over-reacting to a […]
I know the ending
So, here it is. April Fools’ Day. Mike Day. I’m forced to re-live this time every year, the final days […]
One final belly laugh
It was Sunday on this date 11 years ago. The crew from Savannah spent the morning and early afternoon […]
It was Easter on this day in 2008
Eleven years ago today it was Easter. Flowers were blooming, the air was warming, and my house was full of […]
My vote is reserved for someone who will fix health care
Eleven years ago today, hospice came. Mike had slept in the bed in the spare bedroom that first night here, […]
‘Profit before people’ is fascism, and fascism killed my son
Eleven years ago today, I brought my son home to die. I can’t describe to you how that feels. Unless […]