The Best Things in Life Are Free
Last Thanksgiving I hit a deer and banged up the front end of my car. To repair it properly would have cost several hundred dollars (the plastic grill itself was over $300), so I chose to leave my car a…
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Last Thanksgiving I hit a deer and banged up the front end of my car. To repair it properly would have cost several hundred dollars (the plastic grill itself was over $300), so I chose to leave my car a…
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Recently I was reading a newspaper exposé about Phyllis Schlafly’s son, who has been quietly living a gay life for years. I was thinking back on the GOP convention, when the Republicans showcased Schlafly as their spokesperson for their strident and ultraconservative family values position.
This was unadulterated hypocrisy, considering that in the very moment of her eloquent highmindedness, she was secretly well aware of the deviance from traditional family values that had evolved out of her own personal family structure.
While I was reading this expose, I got a call from my daughter at college. She was preparing a speech for her Christian Ethics course, in which she had received a midterm warning. Ironically, her subject was Christianity and homosexuality, and she was at a loss for an approach.
The root issue at stake in this presidential election is a simple one: How deep a polarization between rich and poor can this nation take? The Republicans say the rich can get even richer, even though the top 1 percent…
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Last week, on the first evening of autumn, I drove out to the county home of some friends. They live in the original house of a farmstead that is now subdivided into lots for new prefab houses and mobile homes….
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For most Americans, Mexico is a vacation playground. We jet into Acapulco or Cancun, where we are pampered in Holiday Inns, get a great return on our dollar, and are effectively walled off from the “other” Acapulco or Cancun. Poverty…
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My daughter worked away from home for the first time this summer, teaching tennis at a private club in Grosse Pointe, Mich., one of the richest suburbs in the world. “It’s an offer too good to refuse,” I advised her….
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