A Random Act of Destiny

Rico was crying. I felt like crying too, but I held it. I thought of my Dad paddling me. “Boys don’t cry,” he’d...

In the waiting room at my oncologist’s office I spied a picture book tucked under the years-old People magazines: Hemingway’s Paris. Paris had...

I love our country. I served as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Africa in the 1970s. I served as a Foreign Service Officer...