Roman Dreams and Our Reality
Rome. The very name conjures up images of golden cuirass clad men riding painted horses as they enter the city to the cheers
Thoughts become things
Rome. The very name conjures up images of golden cuirass clad men riding painted horses as they enter the city to the cheers
What have we done? Maybe more precisely, what are we doing? We, especially those of us in the academic world, have allowed
There are times I wish I could go back. For some reason, probably because I grew up there as a kid, I can’t help but want to
I’m flabbergasted and flummoxed by a few things regarding the general public’s knowledge of government. Specifically, I’m
I found myself in the airport with my family trying to work our way through the concourse and out to the parking lot to go
Sometimes when we think of the past we look at it in a prism. We rarely see the figures or times we’re studying for what they
I’ve given it a lot of thought recently – living life on one’s own terms. I’m not positive I know what that means. In
I was perusing Facebook and some other social media sites for nothing more than some casual browsing. I’ve curtailed such
“They” tell us that history is told by the winners. That’s not altogether true as the “losers” write their histories as well,
I’ve stood on the outside on purpose, deciding to take some time away from writing and simply stand there as one would peruse