Each month a maid service spends two hours cleaning our house.
This frees us from vacuuming, wiping, swiping, dusting and sweeping, and puts some cash into workers’ pockets. Continue reading
Each month a maid service spends two hours cleaning our house.
This frees us from vacuuming, wiping, swiping, dusting and sweeping, and puts some cash into workers’ pockets. Continue reading
A study just published found no difference in deaths among women who had an annual mammogram and women who had none over 5 years, from 1980 to 1985, in Canada.
Problem is, some women may think they should now skip their mammograms.
First consider the evidence.
The Canadian study is sound, judging from a careful reading of the report in the British Medical Journal (See the link below to download). Continue reading
About a year ago a smart and cheeky piece on addiction changed my perspective.
The last time I thought about taking heroin was yesterday, wrote Russell Brand in 2013.
Sober and drug-clean for a decade, Brand talks with self-deprecating humor about his addictions. Continue reading
Let’s say you want to conduct a national survey of American voters and you want to make sure that you’ve heard from minority groups.
National pollsters who interview voters will survey about 1200 people. That’s a fraction of registered voters—more than 206 million of us. Continue reading
One day we stopped at a tourist outpost in the redwoods.
The outpost sold American Indian jewelry and crafts manufactured in Taiwan—not unusual and not surprising. Continue reading
Michael Yellow Bird brings up a good point.
You can still find packets of plastic cowboys and Indians and play shoot ‘em up to your heart’s content.
“You can buy toys of genocide,” Yellow Bird told a standing-room-only crowd this week at Portland State University. Continue reading
Crossing the street in downtown Colombo I snapped a picture of the pedestrian sign.
Looks like the fellow is cultivating his gut.
My sweetheart polished off meals like a native. But me? I packed a plastic fork.
The typical Sri Lankan meal, called rice curry, features at the centerpiece a pile of rice—sometimes white, sometimes red—with sundry side dishes. Continue reading
We still receive holiday cards.
And I still send them.
Cards are a way to keep in touch with friends we talk to only occasionally.
We were a bit lazy this year: we posted our greetings, sent calendars, but failed to list our accomplishments. Continue reading
As kids we were instructed to withhold judgment—that our Western lenses don’t always allow a clear vision.
I spent my adolescence in the third world, where women cloaked their bodies and walked behind men.
And it was difficult to hold my Western values in check. Continue reading