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Less Recess = More ADHD

“ADHD is a fictitious disease.” So trumpeted many memes and much-shared social media posts not long back. You may have seen some of them. And, if you’re like me and many others who suspect that pharmaceutical companies prey off of the fears and insecurities of Americans seated on their sofas, bombarded with constant commercials for…

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Birding Spain’s Ebro Delta

You don’t go to the Ebro Delta for the beaches, although miles of sandy spits stretch out from the mouth of this massive river. You don’t go there for the historic towns and quaint villages, because there are none. Frankly, the towns of the delta, with their concrete cubes and modern holiday developments, seem rather…

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I Wish Cancer Would Get Cancer and Die

Having invited you all into the saga of my wife’s cancer (if you have no idea what I’m talking about, you might want to see On Colons, Cancer, and Courage), I’ve realized that I haven’t provided much by way of updates, aside from on the FNFF Facebook page, where I euphorically announced that she was “100% CANCER…

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Is This Blog Worthwhile?

Well, people, it’s been a while. You may have thought the blog was moribund, if you thought of it at all. I haven’t written a blog post in quite some time, and one of the reasons relates to the title of this one. Is it worthwhile? Why do I do it? (The other primary reason…

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Love in the Time of Arthritis

My mother’s boyfriend is moving in with her. Let me parse that sentence a bit. My mother. My mother is eighty years old, in excellent physical and intellectual health, but, following the death of my father roughly six years ago, has been feeling understandably depressed, obviously lonely, and occasionally crippled by indecision. My mother’s boyfriend. Admittedly…