Have moms lost their legacies?

With Mother’s Day coming on Sunday, I’m again missing my own mom (who died in 1995), but I’m also asking, and more fervently with each passing year, “what kind of a ‘mom legacy’ am I giving my own kids?”

Flying the not-so-friendly skies

An old commercial for an airline we can’t remember depicted first class as the place of champagne and revelry while business class passengers brought picnic baskets, chickens and their clothes wrapped in bundles. If we’re not mistaken, first class might even have been shown in color while business class was in drab and depressing black and white.

A breakdown on national TV

The science fiction writer Theodore Sturgeon famously observed that “90 percent of everything is crap.” His aphorism was intended to defend science fiction from the charge that most of it is bad. Sturgeon’s point — since formalized as Sturgeon’s Law — is that such criticism is empty, since it applies with equal force to every form of writing.

End the mistreatment of race horses

If you, as I, cannot get that horrific image of Eight Belles being put to death at Churchill Downs last weekend out of your head, you can take action to help quell the horror.

The mother of all regrets

Among the many “thou shall nots” of the Ten Commandments, the Almighty in his wisdom threw in a couple of positive ones to keep folks from becoming too depressed.

It so happens that my favorite one of these is “Honor thy father and thy mother.”

Time for a cosmic perspective

Here’s one way of looking at our solar system and our place in it: If the vast span of time between the two events that bookend the lifecycle of our solar system — that is, from its coalescence in a cosmic cloud to its destruction in the sun’s final flameout — were telescoped into a single year, all of recorded history would be represented by less than a minute in early June.

A nation of hysterical cowards

Lenore Skenazy, a columnist for the New York Sun, caused quite a stir earlier this month when she wrote about letting her nine-year-old son take a subway and bus by himself across Manhattan. The boy had been begging her to allow him to test his big city commuting skills on his own, and she finally agreed, handing him a map, a subway token, some quarters, and a $20 bill.

Putting it into context…or not

I saw my old pal Context the other day. He seemed very low. He hasn’t been the same since our mutual friend Irony died.

“Hey, Connie,” I said, “Why the long face? You look like a horse — or maybe John Kerry.”

So, where are all the illegals?

A fence along our border with Mexico may seem like a solution to our illegal-immigration problem, but it’s a sideshow, a distraction from the thorniest of immigration issues: the 12 million or so illegal immigrants who already live here.

Who are these 12 million people? I decided to ask one of them.

Best of times, worst of times

Articles in the May/June issue of the AARP Magazine, the April 24 issue of the Christian Science Monitor and the April 25 issue of the Chronicle of Higher Education reminded me that 40 years ago — 1968 — America was experiencing one of its most tumultuous decades in modern times.