Competing Hors Serie

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Something Went Really Wrong

If you are afraid of what you might learn, stop reading now – this is not for you.   Read more »

Eavesdropping More or Less

Skiing requires a solitary state of mind, and is best suited for those of us who enjoy the company of thoughts. Most ski time, however, is spent on ski... Read more »

When Parallels Intersect

He lost his balance. He fell and now he was rolling down the stairs. He bumped into something. A screaming lady. Shit…How much money would his insurance have to... Read more »

Contentment

I looked in the mirror and smiled. No pursed lips Nor blank look Preventing feelings sipping through the mask Stared back at me Thanks to you, my hubby, my... Read more »

Sonja Carter, or the Small-Town Lawyer Turned Big Time Ghost Writer

I read “Go Set a Watchman” and I learned that we could love who we please but we should marry our own. I found the advice intriguing and recommended... Read more »

“Well, it’s better to be silent than to be a fool.” HL

“Well, it’s better to be silent than to be a fool.” HL An elderly 88, wheel-chair ridden old woman lives in a small assisted-living facility just north of Monroeville,... Read more »

I Don’t Get It

Today, December 13, thousands participated to the Millions March NYC.  The Millions March NYC is calling for the indictment of NYPD Officer Daniel Pantaleo in the Garner case, despite the fact that... Read more »

Progressivism and the Tea Party Movement

Until very recently, the only movement which took upon shaking our corrupt federal and state establishment was the Tea Party. Best known for its floozy, Sarah Palin, the vice-presidential... Read more »

The Miami Cage

Miami is one of those places I frown upon when I hear its name, though I have never been there. Miami is filled with anti-Fidel rich Cubans who must... Read more »

Happiness

It’s raining, but it’s inviting. It is wet, but barely. It is cloudy, but I can see outside my hotel room: the tram, the bikes, the cars, the pedestrians... Read more »

Morning Rush Hour

It’s not 8:30 am yet. We made it outside our apartment building. “Mama, I want that car.” Lola points out toward the stretched white limousine I’ve noticed being parked... Read more »