Tonight’s post is an explanation of what and why. I’ve been struggling with this decision for two years. It was eating me alive. I’ve been unable to answer e-mails or get my life back in order. It was a kind of agonizing paralysis. Explanation of what After my father Edward died on February 23, 2013,…
A post for my brother Pat
October 16, 2023
My brother Pat Wictor is a folksinger. Yesterday he called from the road in New York, and we had a two-hour conversation about our father Edward, who died on February 23, 2013. Ed was a mystery to us. He was the most secretive person I’ve ever known. In fact he scared me my whole life…
The sheer ordinariness of the opposition
December 11, 2023
People don’t like my posts on Israel. They decide they’re going to “fix” me by “letting me have it.” Unfortunately for them, they lack the imagination to understand that I’m impervious. The ordinariness of their communications to me is…extraordinary. Their attacks are always the same: 1. Making fun of me for my looks. 2. Making…
Some perspective from a Third Worlder
December 5, 2023
I like living in the United States. It’s a great privilege. However, too many of my fellow Americans are idiots. The current fad is to march and protest because police kill black men. No other people count, which proves that the marchers and protestors are acting in bad faith. They don’t actually care about police…
A bayonet in the guts—for twelve hours
November 13, 2023
I have gastritis, an inflammation of the stomach lining. It causes the worst physical pain I’ve ever felt. The closest analogy is a bayonet in the guts. With me, it lasts eight to twelve hours. I woke up this morning at four, in the early stages of a gastritis attack. As I figured it would,…
Sorry, Becca Pilkington. You made your bed.
June 18, 2023
Today I got a funny message. It couldn’t have come at a worse time for the person it was intended to help. I’m in a trough. Oh, I’ll climb out; I always do. But yesterday I realized that the rest of my life is going to be as unpleasant as its been up to now….
Happy Birthday, Dad
June 14, 2023
Happy birthday, Dad. You would’ve been eighty-five today. Since you died, I’ve been on a quest to find out who you were. You wrote three memoirs, two of which you had duplicated and distributed among your children. For some reason you didn’t give us the third one, even though you finished it in 2009….