For over three years this blog was Paranoia Strikes Deep . When I started it I had a lot of paranoia in my life: I had it from my job--and m...

Yesterday I saw a couple of men with ponytails. Not uncommon,* but the guys under the ponytails were very different. I saw the first ponytai...

The grinding sound you hear is my gnashing teeth. I watched the finale of the five-part Torchwood mini-series, Children of Earth , on BBC...

During my working career I was lucky to work with education professionals, including counselors and social workers. I don't think there ...

All over the world children suddenly stop in their tracks, their expressions blank, they say nothing, do nothing. In Cardiff, Wales, it'...

I write because I love to read. I read because when I was a kid I saw a lot of books with covers that made me want to be able to read what w...

My wife, Sally, and I were in front of our TV that day, July 20, 1969. It was also the day we moved into a new apartment. We quit what we we...

A story on America's Most Wanted last night made me sit up and take notice. Police in some cities are using software that allows them t...

Lately I've been talking about the cougar phenomenon; local stories of older women who have been charged by police with having sex with ...