It was a pretty good year for predators.

How can love survive in such a graceless age? The trust and self assurance that lead to happiness, they're the very things we kill.

Fame, at one time, was associated with accomplishment, but in this day and age fame and notoriety have become confused.

I remember a time when things were a lot more fun around here, when good was good and evil was evil, before things got fuzzy.

So much time weeping and wailing and shaking our fists, creating enemies that really don't exist.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.