(Two middle-aged women, overheard talking at Tim Hortons yesterday). Oh well you know I can’t stay in the sun longer than Well, ar...

Now all of the planes have landed The soldiers are in their beds Smoke rises from their clothing And sweet ...

I go weird at night, well, sort of. I stay up too late, which I never used to do when I was younger and went to bed...

Over the past several weeks, I have been trying to sort out what I saw in New York City, especially in The Cloisters, the brilliant co...

This is a fictionalized, but NOT wholly-imagined Facebook conversation I saw today: Kenneth R. Beaverbrooke: You wouldn't beli...