PRISMATIST

I think I am turning into a heterocephalus glaber, otherwise known as a naked, or hairless, mole rat.

On a warm, breezeless day, rare on the Oregon Coast, I join a queue of impatient motorists going south on the Coast Highway.

A woman sits at a table next to an open window.

As my VW van rumbles towards Zacatecas, Mexico, Jimmie rolls down the window and shouts, "Fantastico."

Several times a week for the last little while, valiant President Bonespurs has triumphantly declared the victorious end of his war on Iran ...

You don’t stop having birthdays just because the birthdays stop being happy.

What the Protector of Christianity has never mentioned, likely because he is ignorant of it, is that there are Christians in Iran and Oman.

My name is Tony Lopresti and I’ve been a lector since I started high school.

I was a Minnesota Boy Immersed in Irish joy ...

For too many amurricans, history started from the first thing they can personally remember.

... a svelte, attractive young woman at the dark wood-paneled breakfast bar of a quaint country inn taught me that we are all killers.

I’m writing this several hours before the much-anticipated spring equinox arrives. I can’t wait!

Griff began running in September just after he'd started classes at the seminary in New York City.

Sooner or later the valiant President Bonespurs and his crew of crazies, crooks and cronies (my party, in other words) will leave office.

We can hardly imagine Italian cuisine without the tomato.

I take stern exception to the notion that the way to prevent a war is to start one ...

The deck ran a hundred yards into the night.

This is year 250 for the USA. In 1976, year 200, there was a year- long celebration and it was joyful and hopeful.

I sit on a bench in a gallery staring at a giant comic-book-style painting by Roy Lichtenstein.

Well, the hits just keep on coming...