Monthly Archives: June 2019
Happy Pride
I hope we have finally learned our lessons. What is a pair? A pair can be whatever you want. Understanding pairs, is understanding love. A pair can be wherever love falls. Lesson learned. Happy Pride!
Happy Pride
I hope we have finally learned our lessons. What is a pair? A pair can be whatever you want. Understanding pairs, is understanding love. A pair can be wherever love falls. Lesson learned. Happy Pride!
The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps
There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused
The Deplorable Stain of the Detention Camps
There is a stench in America; a foul stain so deep on our country no amount of soap can wash it away. The noxious stink emanating from our southern border is less from the unsanitary camps holding these poor abused
Gloria Vanderbilt -Blue Jeans Fit For the Masses
Gloria Vanderbilt, the socialite to the manor born, promised to give the 99% “the million dollar look.” Imagine, dressing like a Vanderbilt! Once upon a time, but not that long ago, a regular gal could be dressed head to toe
Gloria Vanderbilt -Blue Jeans Fit For the Masses
Gloria Vanderbilt, the socialite to the manor born, promised to give the 99% “the million dollar look.” Imagine, dressing like a Vanderbilt! Once upon a time, but not that long ago, a regular gal could be dressed head to toe
Art and Brain Disorders – Art Show
I am honored to be participating in a timely symposium “The Integration of Art, Science, and Medicine” at Brown University’s Warren Alpert Medical School. My piece on PTSD and Traumatic Memory “Remembering What was Forgotten” will be part of an
Art and Brain Disorders – Art Show
I am honored to be participating in a timely symposium “The Integration of Art, Science, and Medicine” at Brown University’s Warren Alpert Medical School. My piece on PTSD and Traumatic Memory “Remembering What was Forgotten” will be part of an
D Day on the Homefront
It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles
D Day on the Homefront
It was June 1944. It was wartime. While my father Marvin was spit-polishing his regulation army boots in the jungles of New Guinea, on the other side of the globe my teenage bobby soxer mother Betty polished up her saddles
Bobby Kennedy and Me
Bobby was about hope. 1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Over fifty years later, the wave of young, earnest activists today feels similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth.
Bobby Kennedy and Me
Bobby was about hope. 1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Over fifty years later, the wave of young, earnest activists today feels similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth.
Envisioning The American Dream 