The Devil's Gift

All my MAGA friends are worried.

I remember when “old friend” only meant “dear friend.” Now it actually means old—as in, well, doddering.

First Helene. Then Milton. Massive hurricanes inflicting death and destruction on innocent people.

I found myself in one of those churches that are fueling the Trump cult. Oh me, oh my.

Alaska’s wildlife is awesome. And so is its railroad.

St. Peter’s Basilica can’t hold a candle to Denali.

I’ve put mushrooms on my salads. Now they’re on my mind.

I turned 75 this past Tuesday. But I almost didn’t. A raging bull charged me.

Justice Scalia’s wife asked Paula and me, Where are you from?

I called my mother to tell I had settled in West Virginia. She wept.