LoveLife

Perhaps you’ve seen the movie. If you haven’t, a few words about the premise are in order. The premise of this picture is that ideas,...

What a lovely and insidious word, tomorrow. It holds the promise of an unopened present while tempting us with avoidance. Whatever we...

A recent article in a scientific journal posed a controversial definition of our minds. The definition was first posited by UCLA...

Riding back from gym the other day I got caught up in a radio documentary about memory. One story in particular had me sitting in the...

When they make the movie, all our parts will be played by fantastically good-looking people. Our dialog will be snappy, with witty...

I have a confession to make. No, not that kind; the kind where I admit that I am a life-long science fiction fan. While I enjoy reading...

In the process of upgrading my computer recently I had to go through the tedious process of waiting long periods of time for software to...

Out of a desire to understand what is often beyond easy explanation it is sometimes the case that people will connect what might seem to...

Some time ago I wrote about a growing tendency in our society for some individuals to become so self-absorbed as to lose all sense of...

I spent a few hours today watching a technician work on my electric dryer. It had developed a problem and the diagnosis was a defective...

If you have ever served in the military, been a first responder, or worked in any field where life and death decisions are routinely...

It’s a familiar scene by now to anyone who is a frequent viewer of talent shows. The nervous singer shuffles on stage, can barely...

Occasionally, folks ask me where I come up with the ideas for this blog. I have been writing it for over a year now and I hope I haven’t...

Breakfast this week with a friend got me thinking about the expression, “There but for the Grace of God, go I”. When you stop and think...

My paternal grandfather was a perfectionist, at least that was the word I used before I knew what obsessive compulsive disorder meant. My...

As I set out to write this week’s post I passed a milestone. It is number 52—a year since I began this exploration. At times that year...

Yesterday, I attended a funeral for the father of a dear friend. He lived, as they say, a good life. He was a Harbor Pilot, a friend to...

Writing about Mr. Priest last week, put me in mind of my years in NH, where I worked on a project that was devoted to teaching students...

In my late twenties, I had the good fortune to meet and work with a gentleman by the improbable name of Hubert Priest. Mr. Priest, as he...

Convicted, it’s a funny word. Often, we associate it with someone who has committed a crime. And sometimes it is confused with...