A Politician’s Smile

A Romanian dancer; Laced in black; Stilettoed in the corner of my eye; Sees me. And I, with a smile, demur. And she does not.   Four languages of love; I manage two and mumble a third; Her advantage. I smile: coy. She holds her gaze.   Bucharest, she says. Ceaușescu, I reply. Vaccines, inventions, …

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Oh là là, Monsieur Macron! The French President invites U.S. scientists to his Ménage!

I've never trusted the French, not since I sat for my first class in Madame Duvet's 6th grade Introductory French. She kept saying, "Le pouce. Le pouce." That was accompanied by a thumbs up. I didn't get it, but I just nodded my head in agreement with the old, crazy bat. From that moment on …

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On Famine Farming

I once had a garden. A dream of one before that. It was a small garden, at first. Okay, just four tomato plants that I had bought at the Home Depot. Though it consisted of four humble plants that I repotted to a larger planter, it was my garden. I watered it faithfully, and waited …

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Zeke & His Toxic Pocket Monster

January 10, 2017: Matriculating at a university near you. Keep it in your safe space!  Ezekiel was a mild - mannered teenager by every account. Well, he was technically and very much legally a man at 18, and thus now fully responsible and accountable for every act committed by any and every member of his …

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