Often, on a nice morning, I like to sit on the front porch enjoying a cup of coffee and observing the neighborhood. Most mornings, no matter what season it is, I will be privy to the conversations of the people across the street who occupy one of the two ramshackle houses on our block that always seem to be rented despite their poor condition and constant need of being repaired. Continue reading “The Wealthy Poor”
Our Fractured Society
I, along with most of the nation, find myself suffering from what might be called whiplash, shellshock, or PTSD after the events of the past week. As if the natural disasters brought by the hurricanes this season and now the fires in California are not enough, we are being bombarded with news that is incomprehensible and almost impossible to bear. It doesn’t take a crazed gunman in Las Vegas to tell us that as a nation we are flailing, drowning in a morass that is mostly of our own creation. Continue reading “Our Fractured Society”