Vultures fly high over our heads, but they’re always scanning the world. They see our bald spots, our backyards, our secrets. They see us. And they smell us.Read More
The shortening days seem a metaphor for the sadness of the world.
But the solstice is coming. Soon the days will begin to lengthen, as light re-enters the world.
In the words of the immortal Jim Croce: “Tomorrow’s gonna be a brighter...Read More
Walking along Philadelphia’s old cobbled streets, I feel like I should be asking voters to elect Thomas Jefferson or John Adams instead of Hillary Clinton.Read More