Life without hope draws nectar in a sieve, hope without an object cannot live.
U.S. Air Force veteran and Auburn resident reflects on her service.
I had contrived to reach 62 years of age without the big event.
Ah, the Golden Rule.
The risk posed to the 21-mile corridor could affect more than 27,000 residents and the stability of 28,000 jobs.
After more than 56 years, I can still smell and taste the rubbery things.
I admire these guys for very different reasons.
I’ve heard people say that human beings are the only creatures that know they will die.
It seems I got to be a geezer awful fast.
Like Teddy Daniels, a former candidate for Pennsylvania lieutenant, who is prominently featured in a series of doomsday, deep-fake ads on Facebook and Youtube.
I could call up any large chain store in a city and talk to someone without being told to call corporate ownership on the other side of the country.
As the poet Theodore Roethke once wrote: “In a dark time the eye begins to see…”
Now I am the one with the terminal cancer. I’m where my mother was.
Not since I was 14 years old, I have been enthralled by languages.
I have said and done many things of which I am not proud. That is, I am no golden bird cheeping about human frailties from some high branch of superhuman understanding.
They catch us unprepared.
Of course there’s irony here in that LinkedIn is asking writers — who, after all, make their living by writing — to help “educate” a technology that would automate their jobs.
I have always considered it a strength, not a weakness, to consult with people with whom we vehemently disagree.
I can’t shake the conviction that a sense of perpetual aggrievement is one of the key components of the engine driving our national estrangement.
I’m reminded of the steep price we all pay for ignorance.
