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All people are equal: My manifesto

I have been unfriended on Facebook by Robert Bidinotto, a writer with a decidedly conservative bent, who commands quite a following. As far as I can tell, very few in his group disagree with him, and the overall tone of the discussions is like a tea-party, where everyone basically agrees. My sin was apparently disagreeing […]

Fire, fury and quiet

This has been an extreme week when it comes to North Korea—extreme political tension, extreme possible consequences and extreme differences in communications strategy, tone and messages. Furious rhetoric There’s no shortage of reaction to and analysis of the continuing verbal exchange between the Trump White House and the leadership in Pyongyang. I’ll let others debate […]

Dark clouds in Bohemia

Elmore Leonard said “never open with the weather.” But he never said anything about opening with his admonition against opening with the weather. Another writer’s rule is to avoid clichés like the plague. I guess I’m going to break that rule, too. Opening with the weather Last month, my wife and I travelled to the […]

Happy 150 Canada

  And Happy Independence Day, USA Today is the 150th anniversary of the Confederation of Canada, the day when three British colonies in North America became the first four provinces of Canada. Ultimately, after a lot of arguing and angst, it led to what the world now sees as Canada, stretching across the top half […]

Travel, beauty and writing

People often say travel broadens you. It opens your mind and your heart to new ideas, exposes you to different cultures and people, and tends to make you more accepting of differences. For me, travel is also inspiring—literally. When I travel, I often get new ideas for stories and novels. These can be sparked by […]

Photo from World War II: A soldier returns home

My wife and I found this picture from World War II—it’s 75 years old! I wish I had found this photo years ago, before I published the first edition of Army of Worn Soles. This is a picture of my father-in-law, Maurice Bury, on the day he returned to his village of Nastaciv, Ukraine, after […]