I am neither dead, nor in jail (adventures in having a common name)

Last week, my mother called the house (I was out) and chatted with my wife for a few moments. My mother, according to Brenda, was acting really strangely. Later that night when I got home, I called my mother who, upon hearing my voice, started weeping. It turn out...

Primary Burnout and Other News

Well, “where the hell have I been?” seems to be the question that is flooding my email box. Busy, is the answer. 1. I’m helping, in some small way, to launch a very important Human Rights non-profit. The sheer tonnage of hours involved has excluded...