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Father's Day Gifts: Sunglasses, Monticello Seed Kit and Planter, Golf Laser Rangefinder & Caffeinated Shaving Products
Portable. Rechargeable. Powerful. Lumio unfolds, seemingly by magic, from a book. Simply open the cover to turn on the warm, high-performing LED lamp. Sunglasses that help with fishing and cataract floaters. Slippers, bow ties and MLB team cufflinks. A pasta maker for the microwave and before that a rangefinder for golf. The Fire Store work gloves and medical bag. Lifetime maps from Rand McNally. What more could you want? more »
I Haven't a Thing To Wear
Rose Madeline Mula writes: Three mysteries will always taunt me: Einstein's Theory of Relativity, how to buy low and sell high, and how it's possible to have three huge closets crammed with clothes and still never have a thing to wear-at least nothing appropriate for the occasion at hand. Everything I own is either too formal or too casual for anything to which I'm ever invited. I seem to have an uncanny knack for either buying all the wrong clothes or not getting asked to any of the right affairs. more »
CultureWatch Book Reviews: Uprising by Sally Armstrong and Joan L. Cannon's New Poems
Julia Sneden reviews: Author Armstrong notes that "The new wave of change isn't about giving the 'little woman'" a fair shake or even about pushing reluctant regimes to adhere to hard-won international laws relating to women. "Together men and women are the two wings of a bird – both wings have to be not wounded, not broken, in order to push the bird forward." Cannon's new book of poetry, My Mind is Made of Crumbs, while dealing with pain and loss, others express the deep connection of their long and happy marriage. more »
Night of the Runaway Wheelchair; A Life-Altering Class
Roberta McReynolds writes: The breeze lifting the hair off my face didn’t originate from any meteorological conditions. It occurred when my wheelchair broke free of my white-knuckled grip at the top of a long ramp, consequently launching me across the parking lot. It felt like I was about to execute an imitation of one of those metal balls in a pinball machine, poised to ricochet off all obstacles in my path, but without the bells and lights. more »