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A caution that we are reaching the eleven o’clock hour in terms of climate change. Very little time is left to prevent irreversible consequences.

A reflection on the art of aging gracefully and the challenges that come with it.

I grow old… I grow old… I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled ~ T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock Hmmm, will those historical events have a lasting and positive legacy or prove to be only flash fires? When I grow older (I am already old) and wear the bottom […]

Confessing to the urge to hit White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt in the face with a cream pie – and predicting the dead-end road of her carteer.