Anecdotal Evidence

The stuff starts as white powder at the bottom of a one-gallon plastic jug. Add lukewarm water to the line, shake vigorously. Add a thoughtf...

Fifty-one years ago I was working as a clerk in Kay’s Books in downtown Cleveland, perhaps the best job I ever had though my six-day-a-week ...

Because of something I wrote, an old friend tells me he is reading at last, in his seventies, The Anatomy of Melancholy (1621), Robert Burto...

Dr. Johnson in The Adventurer on August 28, 1753 : “. . . I shall, therefore, venture to inculcate to my ingenious contemporaries, the ne...

Weeds I can’t name crowd the front garden, adding to the lushness of our greenery. In Houston, if you’re not picky, gardens grow themselves,...

Here’s a book I haven’t read in some sixty years: Antony van Leeuwenhoek and His ‘Little Animals’ by Clifford Dobell, published in 1932 by H...

Like the rest of us, poets often favor certain times of the year. They return to a season or month they find thematically or emotionally ric...