DrPat Reads

Sometimes, with the best will in the world, a project falls flat. I began the year with the firm intention of finishing Indigo Redemption ...

Mysteries are a brew I rarely imbibe; from small beer to Stout, they just do not often suit my taste. Perhaps I am too fond of stronger ti...

When I wake in the middle of the night with an idea screaming in my head, sometimes it is all I can do to stay under the covers. I know th...

As an adolescent, searching to inform my sense of the right way to live, I encountered an icon in C.S. Forester’s British naval officer Ho...

I love kale.  We had half our garden plot planted with it last year, and for a while we ate kale three or four times a week. But it take...

Sometimes it seems to me as if I was a teenager last week, newly-married yesterday, and woke up this morning suddenly old. That youngster, f...

Nearly thirty-five years ago in Long Beach, across the street from the office building where I worked was a gooey black-caked field where ...