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Trick or treat is a binary choice. Binary choices are inevitable; but create division, leaving you in one camp or the other. Either or. Blue or Red. What I am against, decides what the world thinks I am for.                   My brother Butch is many things, including intellectually disabled. He just moved into a supervised home. Getting him approved for that level of benefits took years. Years , despite being the son of a military veteran left permanently disabled by a WWII

1.  My dream of visiting the Sahara came true in Erg Chebbi, Morocco. Our guide Daoud called himself a driver, yet without his guiding I...

I am driving through the Pennsylvania backwoods. The first big winter storm has come and gone. The pavement is clear thanks to plows and...

The incomparable Sam Singhaus, AKA Miss Sammy My friend Sam is dead. Too soon. Too painfully. Contrary to his nature. Sammy wasn’t one...

There is a baby in my kitchen sink, round-faced with serious blue eyes, she sits in an inch of water as her mother lathers her hair into...

The year is 2011. Our seven-person Internet start-up co-works in a glass fish bowl beside other start-ups on a high floor that overlooks...

The phone screeches at two a.m., jolting me awake. It’s Doctor X from Keystone Hospital, whom I've never met. He’s furious. “Your father...

It was 1962.  The world had yet to be introduced to the iPhone, the watch or personal computer.  Heck, most of our clocks needed winding...

Kids love to be scared. I remember gravitating toward ghost stories or tales about awful monsters, even if they gave me nightmares for a...

We moved from California to England when I was 3 months old, and my older sister Tina was 8. My parents were unhappy together. From...

It was summertime when I was diagnosed with late stage cervical cancer, and so started doing a wrong thing, moving flowers in an...

It’s mid-December on a snowy Saturday, 1970-something, in Madison Wisconsin. My sister Valerie is home from boarding school. She’s blind,...

When Mom left, it happened gradually, and then suddenly. Now, it was just us in our new “Situation.” Dad mapped out Plan A. He’d continue...