Journal of My Seventieth Year
Different? Not So Much
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We all have hopes and aspirationsJose knows when you look…
Little Rascals Black and White
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On a closer look, Our Gang wasn’t as racist as…
The Slow Death of the Marketplace of Ideas
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Without an audience, free speech doesn’t count for much.
Please, Oh Please, Never Again
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On Visiting Auschwitz. Images and verse for Holocaust Day to…
Then Scorpions Came
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A father-son moment on the Usumacinta River
What Happened to the Dream?
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The data was published four years ago, but the tragic…
The Horrifying Day of Love
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January 6, 2021, was just the beginning
This Winter Sunday
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This winter Sunday we fold away our memories
Objective Reality
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I glimpsed it as I walked north and had taken…