My mother was seventy-six when she died; my father ninety when he took his own life. In my own family, the Bells and later with the Finneys, we all surrounded our dying husbands, fathers–Don and Chuck–with stories, prayer, poetry, and song as they each took their last breaths, buoyed for their journey by the love they knew.
Continue reading →After dinner and the short program, the president of our 1955 high school class scanned the room and announced “open mike.” Fifty years had passed…
Continue reading →What happened in a small town high school in 1954 when a twenty-three-year-old Rhodes Scholar showed up as the substitute history teacher? My (Betsy Johnson’s) senior year suddenly became interesting and a potentially dull future turned bright with possibilities. My father, an influential physician, lionized the young man who would become my husband before I was twenty.
Continue reading →78 years after the dawn of the atomic age depicted in the film Oppenheimer, over 13,000 nuclear weapons exist on the planet — 90% of which are possessed by the United States or Russia. If detonated, only a small fraction of these bombs could kill billions of people and effectively end human civilization as we know it. What’s more,
Continue reading →An ICBM (Intercontinental Ballistic Missile) could not only ruin your whole day, but paying to get them updated and fire-power ready will bankrupt American’s…
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