Marco Rubio’s Munich vision thus updates imperial hierarchy for the 21st century: the Global South is to be disciplined through trade, finance, borders, and narrative—administered jointly by Washington and European capitals—so that American and European, overwhelmingly white, elites can re‑center their power in a world they no longer fully control.

For most astute observers, the most striking development of 2026 is the so-called "AI Paradox." While generative AI was heralded as a tool for liberation, promising to automate most—if not all—mundane tasks, the reality is far more sobering. Recent data from Harvard Business Review and Gartner suggests AI has, in many cases, intensified work rather than reducing it.

The first time you set a boundary, it may feel like you’ve done something wrong — even when you haven’t. If you were raised to keep the peace, anticipate moods, or manage a parent’s emotions, choosing yourself can feel unnatural. Your body may react with guilt. Your thoughts may spiral: Was that too harsh? Am I being ungrateful? This is the old conditioning talking. Healthy family boundaries are not punishments. They are clarity. They sound simple — sometimes almost boring: “I’m not discussing that.” “That decision is mine.” “If this continues, I’m going to end the call.”

As we head to the mid-terms, this segment's just a little recap-reminder of the border security, and the B.S. that came with it.

I'm not sure how much I still agree with this story, it's from a long time ago - but the idea about rejecting labels is still solid When I was young I knew a guy who decided that “gay-bashing” was fun. Most of us didn’t know that about him. He was sort of on the periphery of our group. By the time we found out there was no reason for any of us to do anything about it. He’d already received an appropriate reward for his efforts. He tried to beat up the same guy twice and the guy slammed his car into him. Nobody visited him in the hospital. I ran into him many, many years later. I didn’t know who he was. Once he introduced himself I made some noises and then moved away…

The phrase Strong Female Character has become a term of derision… and probably rightly. For the most part, writers who are creating Strong Female Characters are doing so with the intention of creating Strong Female Characters, which usually leads to creating underdeveloped characters.

The annual day of love and the requirement to participate it’s a worldwide celebration where men are over looked and women are praised.

A story about a girl who came tumbling in head over heels and marked what she wanted and grabbed it to.

A poem about a lover who left an impression. If it were a different time it would be something more.

Discover the art and science of cooking, where flavors, aromas, and textures transform simple ingredients into memorable meals. From the meditative joy of chopping and simmering to the creativity of global cuisines, cooking nourishes the body, sparks connection, and turns everyday meals into acts of care and celebration.

This reflection explores breath as a sacred marker of belonging, weaving lived experience and Angela N. Parker’s book “If God Still Breathes, Why Can’t I?” It names how many women live with “stifled breath” and unvoiced questions in spiritual spaces that constrict the lung of our souls rather than expanding them. This essay also introduces Womanist Theology, a tradition rooted in the real lives of Black women. Readers are invited to notice where their own breath feels tight or free and imagine Parker’s “redemptive self-love” in a grounded acceptance that honors one’s story as holy.

For those who don’t know, Fermi’s Paradox is this: There are a vast number of stars in the galaxy. There are many planets around those stars, and many of them are absolutely within the Goldilocks zone, the area where life can exist.

Handball has went from a game about stamina, and endurance, to becoming a sorry excuse for pathetic men who need to prove their manhood through a brutal game. When they aren't throwing their own two tiny balls in people's faces, they are throwing each others balls on court.

Written during coivd-19, where as New Yorker we were devoid of sharing the integral part of our personalities, by revealing our full facial expressions, including our smiles, since it was being blocked by our masks. Some pro-vaxers, who were very concerned and extreme of safe guarding themselves, doubled if not trippled their masks to cover their entire faces. Creating a huge civil debate in American society, of how far vaacination, masking, and social distancing was necessary in keeping everyone healthy and safe. I also wanted to comment on fake smiles, an insincere gestures, and all of us sometime being fooled, naïve, and worried if the person smiling at us is masking their true sentiments about us, or hiding something else they are going through. While the poor expectation to exude happiness the majority of the time, so others can feel comfortable in our presence, with all the array of emotions we display, where we are expected to only smile on camera, even if we are not feeling it.

A short tale from my youth. As I grew up in the country and kept friends in the city, I had many adventures at a time when digital technology was just surfacing in classrooms and entertainment. Yes, it was the 80's!

Valentine's Day is slowly creeping up on the calendar, and it's going to be that time where couples get together to show their love for one another!

Winter & Herbal Teas for Women’s Wellness. Soport immune system with wiled berries and herbs. Organic

This is another old one - but somehow still relevant I have been thinking about this topic for a long time and finally hit on a way to say it that expressed what I wanted to say. An Imperfect Metaphor I like cats. Note, I didn't mention dogs. In fact, I’m more of a dog person than I am a cat person. Saying I like cats doesn’t impact my feelings about dogs at all, despite it being a reality. Think they are fluffy adorable little murder machines and I enjoy cuddling them.

A Bad Moment I was lying on a thin mattress on the floor. The cupboards crawled with the glistening black shells of thousands of cockroaches. Had I turned on the light they would have scurried away, but there was no electricity in the apartment. I could see my breath, the place had electric heat. I was two blocks from the bridge. A few years earlier a friend of mine had jumped from that bridge, ending his life. I was considering doing the same thing. The only thing that saved me was knowing that my son would have to deal with that for the rest of his life.

A word of caution — this piece gets pretty personal and discusses some themes around SA and DV, so if you don’t want to read that kind of thing, maybe skip it I grew up with hippies. Sometimes we were in housing co-ops, sometimes we were in communes (both urban and rural), sometimes we were homeless, sometimes we lived in regular apartments with a group of people, and occasionally we even lived in houses (mostly my dad).