Essays
My daughter the antibody
As a single father to a 10-year-old girl I've learned it’s a really smart thing to find a secret place [...]
Rebecca and C-Bro
My daughter Rebecca has her first boyfriend and he goes by the name Casey, or Case: "it depends on how [...]
Someone call the emperor
American football these days is much about brain health. If you happened to be an alien examining our barking species [...]
Give the girl a deer
My daughter Rebecca, who turned 10 on New Year's Eve, has become my guide to the new world of verbs. [...]
Great expectations
To be hoisted by one's own petard is an archaic if colorful little way of suggesting being burned by one's [...]
Still on hilltops
Even in modern times, humans and their leaders imagine security as a place away from madding crowds outside or below, writes David Deropolous.
Let them stay home
Hanging on the wall behind the cashier's counter in Flavio's restaurant and pizzeria some five blocks from Rome's Tiber River [...]
Rebecca’s pregnant pause
My daughter Rebecca is waiting for the pregnant pause to give birth. I tell her it's not happening but she's [...]
A most imperfect union
In a show of stubborn snarling representative of old Europe at its fractured worst, Poland and Hungary have threated to [...]
A Gaullist in (thin) disguise
The latest Gaullist is no Gaullist at all, at least not on the face of things. He's a youthful technocrat [...]
Rebecca’s Electrical College
I first introduced my daughter Rebecca to the idea of the American Electoral College three years ago, when she was [...]
Never an empty bed
My father flew B-17 bombers over occupied Europe in World War II. The planes, which took off from primitive airfields [...]