Ghulf Genes

I’ve spent 64 years of my life in the 20th century. The time just ahead of mine was my mother’s and father’s. When visiting with my grandmot...

The second day of this or any other new year illustrates Nature’s “No comment” take on the human adulation of symbolic transitions. Yesterd...

The month has fled, where has it gone? Memory draws lines each night And starts a new one every dawn. Potter-like it fashions Time ...

I was fairly convinced that, since starting this blog (on 2/7/2009), I had said pretty much the same thing every January 31 that followed—n...

Having just last night heard Miss Marple refer to a fortnight , made me curious about the origins of that word. I learned that its rooting ...

There is something basic in human beings that is at war with time. I got my introduction to this concept ages ago now reading a novel by Al...