Last week I had a wonderful riding experience on Vancouver Island at Tiger Lily Farms. I got to ride Bentley, a lovely roan Quarter horse w...

My mother had a black cleaning lady named Eva for years and years. She didn't have much to do with us kids, though we regularly saw he...

Those last two spirituals, stumbled upon while trying to find something else, so pierced the core of me that I wondered if I could write...

In all fairness, there were a couple of photos I still liked from The Family of Man , that huge Museum of Modern Art exhibit from the '...

I recently rediscovered this battered old book in my collection and was looking forward to seeing the photos again for the first time in 25...

Until a few minutes ago, I would not listen to anyone's interpretation of this melancholy little gem except William Warfield's. I ...

And a dog stood over him. He was that sort of person. Hounded. So when the 19th-century English poet Francis Thompson wrote his most famou...

Yes. Every once in a while, everything turns brown. I sort-of figured out why I can't attach links or embed videos. I have it more-or-...