Thoughts on that road sign that says: Last Exit Before the End of Your Usefulness as a Person.
Thoughts on that road sign that says: Last Exit Before the End of Your Usefulness as a Person.
The passing of Burt Bacharach on Feb. 8 frees me to reveal that he was my first love.
The remarkable story of a man of character who bought his way out of bondage and became a successful landowner.
Love is revealed in a rediscovered box of notes from 1999.
From presidential libraries to art centers, there is inspiration to be found in quiet places that reflect the vision and ambition of the exceptional people whose legacies they preserve.
The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders came in handy when I was terminating my analysis. I recommend it.
As I move on to another chapter of my life, I am grateful that each day I had the privilege of spending my mornings and afternoons with so much life in its early stages, where everything is new and interesting and exciting.
After a rollover, one man has his faith in his fellow citizens restored.
From our correspondent in Pennsylvania comes a tribute to an illustrator for 50 straight years of Christmas cards that are works or art.
A chance encounter with Dick Cavett on an East Hampton beach leads to a long-term friendship. And to Groucho.
Just imagine how much more peaceful the world would be if difficult and/or coldhearted people were walloped with a million daily currents of kindness and love.
Trump’s actions with respect to losing the election, while extreme, is hardly new. Winning is a supreme value in American culture.
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