Choice—it’s that most precious of constructs, and sometimes it seems like nothing but an illusion. But I do know this—even small choices can matter. And the first time I realized how important that could be was in third grade. This…
Choice—it’s that most precious of constructs, and sometimes it seems like nothing but an illusion. But I do know this—even small choices can matter. And the first time I realized how important that could be was in third grade. This…
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…BLAST OFF! In the late sixties and early seventies, young children didn’t have to be taught to count backwards. We did it along with the TV, and as soon as the astronauts blasted off, we did, too, careening around the…
Hey, I’ve got some good news. Longshot Island has published my flash memoir “A Worm Tale” in their latest issue. Apparently, I need to write more of these things because they seem to do very well in terms of blog…
“Ready? Dive.” I clenched my regulator in my teeth and released the reservoir of air in the apparatus strapped to my back. The twenty-plus pounds of lead around my hips ensured that the waters of the Pacific Ocean closed rapidly…
I believe there’s a genetic component to empathy. Certainly it can be learned or suppressed, but it seems there’s an inborn disposition as well. Especially when it comes to animals. My mother and I are both overly empathetic, to the…