Trees communicate through an underground social network known as the wood-wide web. It is where microscopic fungal filaments form links between trees and fungi to act as an economic exchange. They share water and nutrients and send distress signals
The streets were covered with snow when Portlanders sequestered during the first week of March last year. I remember walking through the neighborhood, enjoying the silence and softness of blanketed lawns where daffodils pushed through the darkness in search of
Scammers & Victims Last week I wrote about telephone scams. This week the conversation continues by delving into the type of person who excels at scamming with a focus on charismatic investment advisors, corporate swindlers, and religious leaders. Though in
Scammers Be Gone Telephone Scammers! I’m tired of them. Robocalls and phone banks of hustlers out to steal money or personal information have made Americans reluctant to answer their phones. This is dangerous, for there are occasions when incoming calls
The bell rang on the seventh round of The Senses Vs COVID and the crowd went wild with frustration. COVID, coming from behind, upset Smell in the third round, all but wiping him out. Taste rebounded in the fourth as
Senior Moves A few days ago, my next door neighbor announced that he and his wife were moving to the East Coast to be closer to their children. A day later another woman talked about selling her house and going
The following letter is one of a series written to my adopted African American grandchildren during the COVID-crisis. They are about my life as a child in comparison to how things are today. I plan to put them in a
Freedom Through Dance During these dark days of January, many Americans are asking what it means to be free. Does freedom involve breaking into the people’s house and threatening to put a noose around the neck of congressmen? Does it
Twin Stars Exploding Pandora’s box opened to reveal an explosion of reality? Can it be turned into something of beauty or will we feel scars for generations to come? My America I slid from my mother’s birth canal into warm
