The night, a cold wintry one in New York. The air is biting and raw on Riverside Drive when we get back at 2:00 AM. No doorman on duty. The...
The night, a cold wintry one in New York. The air is biting and raw on Riverside Drive when we get back at 2:00 AM. No doorman on duty. The...
In 1984, Berlin was a city divided, a city still rebuilding from the war. The democratic West existed as a landlocked island within communist East Germany. It was in fact...
Prague has always been a special place. At the end of World War II, when the Allies' bombs destroyed Dresden, the west decided to save Prague. The city thus survived...
Visiting Carmel, I grow nostalgic. Both Tor House and its tower are imposing structures built of solid stone. Robinson Jeffers, a renowned poet and environmentalist, lived and wrote there last...
A writer naturally befriends other writers. Goes with the territory. Personally, I always enjoy these relationships. Share a little, learn a lot. I can’t recall feeling challenged by others who write.
Four mud-sculpture statues with expressionist faces of clay – one male, three female. Full lips. Wide-open demonstrative eyes; their gaze frozen. All hankering to speak out. But they cannot.
A drive north, up the central coast, never fails to inspire. The air grows dramatically fresher. Cleaner. Crisper. Drifting a tad closer to nature. Reinvigorates my spirits. Rejuvenates my soul.
Today, the outside I see appears hazy. Plain and simple. Misty with an occasional blast of drizzle. I pretend I’m elsewhere. I want to change everything but my thoughts remain...
“Is the American Dream at the expense of the American Negro?” 55 years after James Baldwin’s historic Cambridge address, the issue still remains. We ask: can racism ever become a...
Some artists have a strong social voice that speaks out about the times. It clearly needs to be heard. More than a century before the Me Too Movement took hold,...
