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Till Death Do Us Part

” ‘Negative thoughts back you into a corner,’ her mother said to her, smiling, one afternoon after returning from a picnic with the baby in Flushing Meadows Park. ‘They multiply and surround you. Don’t think of what you don’t have. Try to focus on the simple pleasures.’ It was rich, this spouting of shibboleths, this … Continue reading

Love And The Rule Of Law

” ‘We are obliged to consider every person,’ Said her father deliberately, in his professional voice, ‘who has not been judged guilty by a court of law, to be innocent: that’s one of the principles of democracy. It is also the principle of a country under the rule of law.’ “ Cordelia Eleonara Fogg is … Continue reading

It All Starts With A Blank Canvas

SUMMARY ¬†Painting Pictures features eight stories of discovery, betrayal, and passion. The stories depict the emotional turmoil that results from decisions: a little girl who migrates to Canada on a hot August day is flabbergasted to discover there’s no snow; a graphic designer leaves her husband each morning to meet her lover; an inconsolable heartbreak … Continue reading

And You Thought New York City Apartment’s Were Small

“The civil dead, that’s what I am in this hellish monstrosity, civil dead. Hitler’s regime had more civil liberties than this sinister stinkhole. Caesar and the Romans tolerated the Christians more under their laws. Romans – when in Rome, do as the Romans. Living among psychos, I’ve become a psycho.” Richard Dube lives in a … Continue reading

Exile Is Strangely Compelling And Sure Beats Death By Polonium

“This isn’t a country in transition but some sort of postmodern dictatorship that uses the language and institutions of democratic capitalism for authoritarian ends.” ¬†A 21st century expose on Vladimir Putin’s Russia from the beginning of his tenure to present day.This book demonstrates through extreme prevalence that as much as the national leaders change, the … Continue reading

Follow You, Follow Me

The body looked like all the others: a female bound at the wrists and ankles, blood-oozing welts criss-crossing her buttocks, crushed larynx; most of all, her palate was pierced with that wickedly shaped fishing hook for controlling her while she endured the unspeakable. Yet, one thing distinguished her from the other corpses: she was thawing … Continue reading

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