When I was a boy and my father and I were avid followers of NASA and the space agency's progress to the moon, I learned that in every command capsule there was a rather conspicuous red button to push if the mission should need to be aborted on the launch pad. Less than a decade … Continue reading Abortion is a Woman’s Parachute

Where then does this writing of history begin, and it is history that anyone writes when they write about themselves or another and another and another, each line creeping along, petty word after word until the last syllable; where does it end? How do we understand history apart from historiography? How do I understand my … Continue reading A Few Words on History and Historiography [Flash Fiction]