We were three days out on a motorcycle trip heading west on the trans-Canada highway. Rain was still off and on.  We were somewhere north of North Dakota,  wet, dirty and unshaven. We decided it was laundry time, maybe a bit overdue. 

Melancholy waits in the shadows. It longs to capture your emotions. It makes you think of days gone by, of hurt and loss, of things that could have been. It can be sad, it can be painful, but it forces you to focus on the past and to examine what it meant to you.

What is the most beautiful thing? What is it that most draws your attention, your appreciation, your praise to a thing of beauty? Do you share this “most beautiful” sense with others, or is it unique to you?

Midterms are only a few days away. How will you vote? Have you vetted the candidates? Have you examined both sides of the issues? Is it your duty to be aware and vote your considered opinion? Do you really care?

Every year it comes. Summer collapses into autumn. Autumn hangs on for a while but loses its grip as the days become shorter and nights become colder.

How often do financial analysts and TV pundits quote wages, inflation, taxes, and the market as a measure of financial performance? They’ve got it wrong.

There are many ideologies defining a particular form of government. The ideologies are many and the most common have the following names: statism, collectivism, progressivism, socialism, communism, fascism – and democracy.

A bitter sweet situation just came to visit us. It happens every year about this time.

For most of American history, the word socialist conjured Marx, Lenin, Mao, and Castro, which is why calling yourself one was considered political suicide in this country.

I just came across this word. If you know what it means, then you are either a PHD in English or you have no friends.