The inner beast feeds on the carcass of hope. When hope dies, resentment floods in on the heels of depression and wastes no time in evolving into full-blown anger, even, at times, rage.
I have always been fascinated by seeds. Why? They are bursting with such potential! As each unique seedling, flower or plant unfolds, it often surprises us with its beauty, complexity, and ability to be fruitful. Whether germinating or dormant, seeds must have the right conditions to set them on their journey. And so it is […]
This Valentine’s Day, when so many couples celebrate their new or ongoing relationships, my wife Sam and I are marking the 40th anniversary of our love.
Lately I’ve been thinking about what I might do when I retire — if I retire — but the problem is I don’t know what the word means. Literally, to retire means to change the rubber on my wheels. But there is nothing new or unique about this — I’ve done it twice a year […]
Several months ago at the Portland International Airport, in the midst of a routine patdown, a second uniformed TSA employee approached and told me I had tested positive for explosives. Me? Explosives? I knew it wasn’t my shoes because I tend not to ever wear them anymore, except when traveling. Could it be my underwear? […]
Where was the Hippocratic Oath for Tim Bowers — the moral lynchpin of the medical profession — to first “do no harm,” when it was most needed?
Sex and disability used to be strange bedfellows, but no more. After decades of declaring that cultural stereotyping is responsible for the misconception that disabled people are mostly asexual, maybe it’s time we changed our tune. Two television series, Push Girls, and now the remade Ironside, have been hawking sexuality like peanuts at Yankee Stadium. […]
No one likes to wait. We avoid long lines of people waiting their turn to buy things; we get irritated when stuck in snail’s pace traffic; our frustration rises when we have a slow connection on the Internet. But there is a far more insidious type of waiting that goes on every day, all around […]
This past July, recuperating from hospitalization, I missed my 48th anniversary of the plane crash that paralyzed me. I usually distinguish the occasion with the flying of handmade paper airplanes, rubber-band driven planes or cheap balsa wood replicas. Whoever is with me on that day must participate in a contest to see who can produce […]
Our August cover story — “Criptopia” — is a blend of what is, what is not, and what might be. Very much like everyday life. We complain about what is not and hope for what might be while coping with what is. Last month our cover story generated anger and bitterness because of what is […]