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Down a Rabbit Hole

My fellow blogger, Ed Wood, wrote recently about the influence two teachers had on his life. Reading Ed's essay got me to thinking about...

The Genetics of Politics

Today is normally JT's day to publish, but he has a lot going on. He'll share when he is ready. In the mean time... Spotify playlist to...

Mr. Red Sox (posted for Ed Cook)

I’ll confess, here in the land of Tom Brady and Patriot Nation I like Baseball more than football. As an avid baseball fan I, followed...

Notes from the Edge: Bohemian

We’ve been a little slack over the last seven days at Culture Salad. Babies, holidays, grandchildren, a poetry challenge (365 poems in...

INFLUENCE

People these days are widely influenced by other people whom we sometimes think we actually know, , but don't. We turn to social media...

The Indiscernable Hold

He stood there, at the voting booth. He stood there and looked his ballot. It was his choice, it always had been. Travis had done the...

Waking Up

You bob up, catch a bit of air Then sink down Slowly Deeply You saunter up, sit a minute Drop a hint Of this And that You stand up,...

Dragons, Obesity, and the Future

This was originally posted in April 2011: I didn’t blog yesterday, but I wrote, or rather, I edited. I rewrote. Yeah. I have 10 of the...

Breathing in this Modern World

When Mel Walsh Jones solicited for guest bloggers, I asked if her blog had a particular theme. Her succinct response: “Life and living in...

The Other Side of the Trump Coin

I find myself staring at a blank page as I continue to recover from the midterm election. It was and continues to be, stressful. I found...

Serial Killers, True Crime, and Me

"Is there something wrong with me?" For a long time now, I've been wondering what my interest in true crime/serial killers means for my...

Indelible

I have worked to decide what I will do with my Sunday slot. I’m thinking that I may pull stuff from my archive. For those who have read...

Fall Back

We were driving along one of the bucolic back roads near our home in Williamsburg, Massachusetts when my wife exclaimed, “Whoever...

It feels just like starting over

People tell me I should write more: more poetry; more stories; more fantasy; more non-fiction; more political; more feminist; more...

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