What chance might there be that the season’s occasion of joy and giving will ease somewhat — if only temporarily — the climate of rancor and contention that has come to characterize the conduct of our public affairs?
Is a college education worth the time and the price? That question was posed by two polls whose results received prominent notice in the recent news.
A report of possible Earth-like planets brought fresh to memory a conversation, on a day nearly 30 years ago, with a man who had devoted decades to considering and writing about the mysteries of the universe.
The lack of contact and affection in early years can deform the nature of any sentient creature, human or otherwise. And now, at an age likely somewhere between 12 and 15, Tip, the Brooklyn tabby, faces a challenge of a different kind.
An estimated 20,000 Africans in the last 20 years have lost their lives while attempting in unseaworthy boats or on primitive rafts to navigate Atlantic coastal waters or cross the Mediterranean in the quest for safer and more productive lives.
Young men and women who choose careers as teachers do so intending to serve. They are not volunteering for hazardous duty — not knowingly, at any rate. So what in heaven’s name is the matter? Are youngsters today that different?
If the Asian giant hornets happen to find their way to my country neighborhood, Ill need some better defense than a spray. Because the giants are immune to it. If they come after you, the literature says, your best hope is a tennis or badminton racket.
Spring, I know, is considered by poets and gardeners to be the time of new beginnings. The greening of the land is a metaphor for rebirth, fresh starts. But for me, October has always been when everything is new. That has to do, I believe, with the cadences of boyhood and the remembered events that autumn once contained.
The random profiling of individuals by race, religion or national origin is a violation not only of law but also of fundamental decency. But discriminate profiling is a perfectly acceptable feature of everyday life. And in a world plagued by almost continual murderous violence, nations have both the right and the obligation to defend themselves and their people.
Just as all craftsmen are not equally gifted, all insurers are not equally dependable. We were fortunate on both counts.
A little rush of breeze signaled a strange presence, because no windows were open. Then something seemed to be flying. A moment later the thing passed directly in front of the TV screen, and there was no mistaking the identity of the beast.
Nature is powerful and it is patient. With enough determination and expense, its advances can be slowed, even temporarily halted. But look away for a moment — or worse, for a season — and it will reclaim what it had lost.
On a June afternoon in 1944, Adolf Hitler’s troops swept into the village of Oradour-sur-Glane, assembled the population in the market square, confined the men and the women and children in separate groups, and murdered them all.
Cairo is no place to be when Egypt is in turmoil and passions are running high. I say that from the experience of having been in the city at just such a moment, on Sept. 28, 1970 — the evening of the day that Gamal Abdel Nasser, the country’s president, died of a heart attack while seeing his guests off at the airport after an Arab summit meeting.
Are the dalliances of Mark Sanford, Anthony Weiner, Newt Gingrich, John Edwards and their ilk doing worse than just causing humiliation and private pain worse even than fouling the political landscape? Could they be rolling back the evolutionary clock to a time when men wore animal skins for shirts and had brains no bigger than a possums?
I have experienced an epiphany, though not a revelation of the religious kind, that might very well prove to be my salvation as a writer. It is the understanding that there is nothing to prevent my declaring that this column may be one of the last Ill write on a computer before returning to my instrument of choice a typewriter.
“Congratulations!” said the faintly accented voice of a woman at the other end of the phone line. It’s a pleasant enough way to begin a conversation. “For what?” I responded. The woman replied: “You’ve won a prize in the sweepstakes.”
A hot-water pipe bursts in the presence of foreign visitor, releasing steam, collapsing ceiling and smashing stereotype of the indulged American.
How do you suppose a British merchant would react today if an American lady on holiday in London were to try paying for her purchase with a check signed Kate Middleton? It could happen. The names not that uncommon.
The insects shed their outer skins and leave those abandoned exoskeletons clinging as crisp relics to the twigs and trunks of trees. Its the empty bug-shaped shells of the departed insects that children find fascinating.
I am concerned about mating prospects for the rat-tailed squirrel that has begun showing up in recent days at our bird feeder. Will romance ever come his way?
When visiting a foreign country, to have supportive friends there is a gift and a comfort almost beyond price.
The east African nation of Tanzania, when I visited there during a long reporting trip in 1964, was not only one of the most beautiful of the continent’s newly independent republics but also, arguably, the most decently and honorably ruled. Optimism burned hotly. There was the sense that a bright future was there to be grasped. Then painful reality set in.
There’s no telling whom you might meet in that lovely little city park. The joys it offers are of a warm and humble kind. It’s a place where the rush and clamor of the world seem far away and where new and interesting acquaintances are easily made.
St. Louis Childrens Hospital no longer uses sedated cats in teaching how to insert breathing tubes into the throats of infants. Among the alternatives proposed was sophisticated mannequins. I am quite confessedly on the side of the cats. And if lifelike imitations wont serve to spare them the pain and indignity of tubes being stuck down their throats, I can suggest an alternative. Use politicians.