My father was an angry man. His anger was not the kind that explodes in flames, but the kind that simmers and scorches. To those who knew him, he was a kind and gentle man struggling to make a living as writer, but he was doing it in Hollywood during the time when progressive writers,
On the morning of August 29, 2004, the world changed for Rebecca and I believe 2004 will be remembered as the year that things changed for the whole world. Here’s how Rebecca remembers that day: “I was driving to the birth of my nephew Ben. As I was rushing to the hospital, I was
It is apparent to everyone, though many have trouble accepting the reality, that humanity is in grave danger and we face threats to our very survival. A report by The Commission for the Human Future says, “Human activity and numbers are transforming our world. Wildfires, floods, droughts, melting ice caps, large-scale extinctions of plants and
We used to hear a lot about “work-life balance.” In the face of the Covid pandemic, we hear more about “the great resignation” and “relationship breakdown.” Yet, as things breakdown, something new is being born. People haven’t given up on work, intimacy, or communion with our deep selves, but we are looking for something more
I’ve been interested in men’s health for a very long time. I was five years old when my uncle drove me to the mental hospital. I was afraid and confused. “Why do I have to go?” I asked Uncle Harry. “Because your father needs you,” he answered simply. “What’s the matter with him?” I was
I met my first wife at U.C. Santa Barbara in 1965. I was a senior and she was a freshman. We were both young, but sure we had found the partner of a lifetime. We got married the next year and had a son and adopted a daughter as we had planned. Our marriage lasted
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