They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Philip Gulley’s neighbor Brian is both.
Phil Gulley: The Terrible Gifts I’ve Given
“Charley has only one set of Case kitchen knives, so I might have to buy them before the 23rd to make sure no one else snatches them up. Otherwise, my wife will be getting a garden hose.”
Drifting Backward: Deborah Paul On Bigotry
Now, virulent hate speech and frightening ideology called “alt right” or “white nationalism” are infiltrating the mainstream. Swastikas appear as graffiti, Holocaust deniers court the media, and bomb threats on Jewish community centers are commonplace.
Fight Club: Deborah Paul On Polarization
I do not like confrontation and believe men’s brains are better wired for war than women’s. However, I am as guilty as the next guy of perpetrating bad karma.
Wit’s End: Deborah Paul On Common Sense
How is it even remotely possible that a man who heard voices in his head telling him to kill, and visited jihadist chat rooms, was not only permitted to own a 9 mm handgun but was allowed to check it—as well as ammunition—on a plane to Fort Lauderdale?
Borrowed Time: Moments I Remember Before My 70th Birthday
Ten people, three generations, at a Thanksgiving table. “Look at what we did,” says my husband.
What I Know: Tully Bevilaqua Of The Indiana Fever
I guess I’m regarded as a blue-collar worker on the basketball court. I see my dad as someone who has been a blue-collar worker all his life.
Personal Foul: One-On-One With Bob Knight
“When did the sport coat give way to the sweater?” I asked. “Why did Bobby become Bob?” Questions hardly so nervy as to provoke the explosion that followed.
Puppy Love: Deborah Paul On Dogs
This puppy love of mine is new. I’ve always been a cat person, eschewing canines for lacking the dignity, elegance, and artful composure of their feline counterparts.
Shot in the Dark: Deborah Paul on Guns
He suddenly vaulted from his desk chair to retrieve his open briefcase, which, he explained later, held a loaded gun. What if he hadn’t? What if our kids had discovered the weapon and thought it a plaything? What if?
Move Over: Deborah Paul on Staying Put
Our current house is no mansion, but it’s more than we need.
Two Wrongs: Deborah Paul on Voting
I am a woman, I like women, and I wish I could support you. But I can’t.
Last Word: Deborah Paul on Nursing Home Dignity
I would have said he wiggled his youngest daughter’s toe to wake her for school, told her to say to cruel children who laughed at her big feet that she had “good under-standing.”
Deborah Paul on Aging Gracefully
Few experiences are more cringe-worthy than watching old people make fools of themselves.
Won’t You Be My Neighbor? Deborah Paul on Friendship
We all had time to fill, so why not be generous and kind? There were no pressures to impress or lifelong wounds to heal.