By Raymond Greiner I’m reading a masterful piece of writing titled Sapiens written by a career anthropologist Yuval Noah Harari, a brief history of humankind describing how we, as a species, have evolved from an astonishing series of events. The…
By: Bob Forbes It is becoming as easy to locate a so-called hero as it is to find a McDonalds. In fact, all one has to do is donate a pint of blood to receive a “Hero” sticker that can…
By: Bob Forbes The other day, I was in the men’s locker room at my Fitness Center. I go there three days each week to work out on a variety of machines, hoping to maintain some semblance of a male…
By: Mirela Meister-Terzaki The Troubles in Northern Ireland: a topic that has captured the attention of the entire European continent. Blood curdling events, senseless bombings, tit-for-tat shootings & atrocities that sounded the death knell for 3,700 innocent people; but also…
By: Ilgın Yıldız “I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write things that burn.”Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone of Madness Marie Cardinal’s autobiographical novel Words to…
By Mark D. Walker Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by,And that has made all the differenceRobert Frost During my stint as a Peace Corps Volunteer, I was smitten by and would marry…
By: Cindy (McKinley) Alder When I was young, my mom read me fairy tales that ended with …”and they all lived happily ever after”. Oh how powerful those words were to a young girl! They seemed to say to me,…
By: Srinivas S (for Preethi, who was part of the best of them) It seems almost clichéd these days to say that journeys are more important than destinations. In my case, though, journeys have always mattered so much more than…
By Andrew Chinich This rented Hollywood bungalow life reminds me of ‘Last Tango in Paris’. I too am somewhat of an American expatriate as I’ve always looked at Los Angeles to be a foreign country. It’s an alien culture-club drenched…
By: Sedo Elijah Ebinne “I remember playing outside my house with my very good friend. It was afternoon and the clouds which shielded the hot rays of the sun were a dull ash. I knew that the rains anytime now…