I have a friend who committed suicide. He woke up, found his wife with another man, saw the carnage in his wake, and couldn’t stand living one more day. He had too much shame, he’d lost all hope, that everybody could forget what he’d done, forgive him, that he could regain his old life. I […]

Felice runs something called the Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation. Her number two, Tricia, is presently in New Orleans, visiting schools the Foundation has made donations to. I thought you’d find her report interesting. Felice: I just got back from an exhausting but thorough and very productive tour of St. Bernard and New Orleans. I can’t […]

So I’m gassing up at the Shell station and after checking the oil I drop the hood pick up the squeegee and as I clean my windshield I feel the sun at my back. It might be nice to be young again, but then you wouldn’t have your memories, your frame of reference. I was […]

Why does everybody have to dress like a slut? You walk down the sidewalk convinced these girls want you to throw them to the ground and do the wild thing right there. But are they even appealing to you, or are they really dressing for the other girls? Think about SUVs. Do these women truly […]