I don’t claim to have any great insight as far as education, but I’d like to share a couple of thoughts. Let me start by saying I’m astonished by the level of ignorance displayed by a large percentage of people from politicians to scientists to journalists. Now I admit I don’t see how one can…… Continue reading School
Done with Quora…I hope
Over the past several years I have nursed what I can only call an unhealthy obsession with posting on Quora. To those unfamiliar it is basically a questions and answers forum. I answered all kinds of questions, and there was no problem answering questions about software, or counseling a teen that for their parent to…… Continue reading Done with Quora…I hope
About those dinner time callers
I don’t know about you, but I get all these calls for Rachel. They ask if I’m here and like a dummy I admit that I am. Perhaps I ought to cultivate a deep tenor voice for those occasions and I can take a message (smile). The next thing you really should all know, but…… Continue reading About those dinner time callers
Fair thee well my friend
We start life as a tiny zygote and a mystical spark of life they claim. For three score and years ten is the span of men the Bible claims. Then lay we down we must and join back into the dust. Foe none of us is there absolute certainly. I choose to believe in a…… Continue reading Fair thee well my friend
No Longer a Man
It’s been about ten years since I started hormones, as good a demarcation line as any. I had an image of what I thought I wanted to be, but really I had no idea who Rachel was. How she would arise out of the person who had lived all his life as a man and…… Continue reading No Longer a Man
He Loved
My dad he loved he hatedThe news would pass him byPictures of the darkly coloredParaded past the pixels on the flashing screen My parents inspired me to equality even soEven so I loved the others in my lifeSought to listen where their tales wentIn places light and dark, sadness and strife My dad always felt…… Continue reading He Loved
3 in the morning
As Paul Simon wrote back in the sixties. I remember so many great songs from the sixties, but if I were fixty six instead I’m be remembering fondly the songs of the seventies, wouldn’t I? We’ve started a new year and I find myself curiously more oriented toward Judaism than before, though never rejected it.…… Continue reading 3 in the morning
A Mixed Bag
First, a short note. My dear friend Richard pointed out a wonderful performance that one can view on pbs.org that honors Joni Mitchell who was certainly a favorite performer of my youth. Given what she’s been through, it was great to see her doing so well. But onto other things. Life is better for the…… Continue reading A Mixed Bag
Still Surviving at sixty five but happy?
These days we often get more than the three score and ten of the old recitation. We grow up, become adults raising children and often take care of our parents as well. Finally, we come to an age where there; are not obvious things to do. You’re too old for the conventional job market, maybe…… Continue reading Still Surviving at sixty five but happy?
Christmas is over
and I received a very non present via Quora. I like to think I have acquired somewhat of a tough skin but this one transphobe’s posting cut me straight to the heart. It left me in tears and unsure of myself despite all I’ve read about transgender people and my own experiences. Those have often…… Continue reading Christmas is over
My Gifted Life 