• Society

    I Wrote a Letter: A Missive on Mental Health

    I\’ve come to understand more and more that getting health care is not for the faint-hearted. Instead of the system getting better, it\’s become more complicated, scary, and less caring than ever. Remember the neighborhood or \’country doctor\’? If you\’re on the younger side, you might not have had the pleasure and pain of such a person, but for those of us a bit longer in the tooth, it was nothing to pick up the phone and call your family doctor (called that because they likely had been treating every ailment in the personage of every local relative for generations)…

  • Society

    Good Time to Buy?

    And the hits just keep coming … Was it someone at Motown who came up with that line, or was it a radio disc jockey? Either way, the phrase certainly sums up 2020 for a lot of people. The year hit like a boxer or MMA (mixed martial arts) fighter, slamming health and finances in ways many have never seen in their lifetime. I had to go out yesterday and I was shocked at the new developments being built in what seems like every nook and cranny. Rumor has it that a shopping complex is coming to my neighborhood (all…

  • Society

    Eminem Was Mine: A Requiem

    I love the word \’requiem\’. It is solemn and connotes serious things. It has a couple of meanings, including a Catholic mass for the souls of the dead or an act or token of remembrance for something or someone.I watched two documentaries (well, more than two but these are the ones that matter to this post) recently — one on Whitney Houston and another on George Michael. The stories were poignant and not just a little sad: they made me cry inside after they\’d ended. If you haven\’t seen them, please do. If you have seen them, I hope you\’ll…

  • Fiction - Humor - Non-fiction - science fiction - Society

    Nano Ploblano, the Extra Edition: The Alien Hour, Part One

    Briton and I leaned close so the other patrons, some of whom were looking at us with a mixture of horrified and curious expressions, could not hear. \’Why do you think he … she … it … picked us?\’\’Maybe we should ask about gender pronouns,\’ Briton suggested.I nodded. \’Well, there is that, but why us? I mean, the place is packed! Everyone is already on edge after the election yesterday and now an alien pops us into the coffee shop? Seriously?!\’ I look around and stare down a woman at the end of the queue who seemed disturbed at our…