Essays

The America we grew up in won’t survive the next few years.

We liberals need to be honest about violence.

In Fès, every morning I have breakfast at the Cinema Café, a little street-side diner with movie posters on the walls and indoor and outdoor tables; a cheese omelet, half an avocado sliced on top, hummus with a tomato garnish, fresh-squeezed orange juice, tart black...

A friend told me that I was being apocalyptic in my view of America. In the late 1800s, a French painter by the name of Georges Seurat created a style of painting called pointillism. Pointillism is the aggregation of thousands of tiny dots that in their entirety...

I thought I did my bit. I served in the Army. I went to college. I started and ran a successful business. I raised two kids and sent them to college. I bought houses, cars, furniture and paid my taxes. I walk my dog. I love my wife of thirty-two years. I wasn’t blind...

The fact that we, you and I, exist is a mathematical impossibility