A Fairy Tale Once upon a time there were three princesses named Jennifer, Colleen and Alison. Princess Jennifer lived in the Land of the Mountain King (or Queen, as chance may have it). It lay in a beautiful alpine meadow surrounded by glacier-caped mountains. Every day, when the sun peeked at last over…

Hope rears its ugly head once again. That is a line I have used accompanied by a deep sigh for everything from falling in love to politics, and for very good reason. So rarely does hope live up to its promises. I was very lucky last week, on a flying…

There was once a hard-working student named Calvin who lived in an attic above a grocery store, and he had nothing in the world of his own. There was also a hard-working grocer named Mr. Palmer who lived and worked on the first floor, and he had the whole house…

Used to be maybe States’ Rights made some sense? Way back in the way back before there were trains, planes and automobiles. Before there was TV even, not to mention the Internet. Way back in the Once Upon a Time when no one knew everybody else’s business and even if…

It was raining, but Danny didn’t care. He stood under the freeway overpass blowing for all he was worth, sending note after note soaring into the air where they pinged between the steel beams supporting the highway. The traffic overhead played an accompaniment of resonance that made him wish for…

Liberals have rights. Conservatives have freedom. At least that’s how it seems sometimes. We insist on our rights to things like abortion, conservatives insist on their freedom to bear arms. But I want women to have both the right and the freedom to have an abortion, if that is what…

There’s a real war going on. And when I say real war, I mean a war with tanks and battleships. They’re even digging trenches, which is not a good sign. As a matter of fact, there are few good signs in this war. Unless you count the defenders. We Democrats…

Ever wanted to write a novel? I always did. Know what people told me when I told them that I wanted to write a novel? Nothing. Really. Nothing. Well, my dad did say that he understood Barbara Cartland made a lot of money. Now, Barbara Cartland was a well-known romance…

Relieved though I was to see Hungary welcoming Ukrainian refugees with open arms, I could not help but remember the rolls of barbed wire that greeted the Syrians and other refugees from the holocaust of their homelands when at last they reached what they hoped might be the safety of…