Road to Guantanamo
I’ve slacked. It’s been busy, but is that an excuse? I have a lot to…
Two and a half cents
Thoughts, musings, rambles, opinions
Waves: A New York City Hurricane Story
Saturday afternoons were the times he waited for the most and cantankerous was his attitude…
9/11 Revisited
The following is an excerpt from a journal I wrote on September 18th, 2001, just…
Only A Brief Moment
Seems that when we’re younger we believe life will be as static as we’ve seen…
The Demonization of an Entire Culture
When we say, “Let’s hear from you,” she advances to us chanting fluently, her glance…
My Soundtrack
My life is a movie, and this will be the soundtrack: Opening Credits: When You…
Dreaming of the Dead
“I don’t want your pity – I just want to remember who I was before…
There Are No Murders In Africa
The above image is not from my recent trip to East Africa, but is a…
“What Would Jesus Do?”: An answer to the politically religious
Every time I see a man in the pulpit telling his congregation how to vote,...
On Charity
When you’re living in a place like Nairobi, a city where American and European NGOs…