Simple Investment Plans: If You Had No Silver Spoon In Your Mouth At Birth …..

And You Don't Own a…

Suicide, Individualism and the World Soul

I recently attended a week-long session at the Jung Foundation in New York City that addressed trauma and narcissism in contemporary American culture. Though this is a quiet hub of reflection in an otherwise demanding city, we were never too far from the…

Black Deaths: The Explosion at Port Chicago

The explosion of two ammunition ships in Port Chicago, California, in July 1944, in which the majority of the dead and injured were African-Americans, has haunted me ever since I was stationed in the same place on the USS Mount Baker a generation later…

Thinking about Hiroshima

The English side of my family still has some memories of World War I, during which the nation lost nearly a million young men. The family tree is filled with fallen fathers and sons, uncles and cousins, and children put in orphanages. The terrible effects of mustard gas would last for…

Discarded

Disposable City

New York is HOMELESS…

Psychology up the Language Tree

I like my next door neighbor Giuseppe. We’re both immigrants. He’s from Italy; I’m from England. We have a lot in common except our language. We’re of the age that when we meet, we usually talk about paving stones, high taxes, or the trouble with doctors. My hand was in a…

The Doctors I Remember Most

I am of an age where I can recall the doctors who have poked at most parts of me. I have openly whined when a physician inserts some instrument in yet another cavity. Why do they specialize in parts of me? Of course, I see the advantages. I want a doctor who specializes in my…