Joe, with degrees in engineering and economics, raced motorcycles, founded 3 software companies, and launched one of the first computer store chains. Now he writes novels and Ghost essays while traveling with his wife, Lanying, and their cat, Cat.
by Barbara Finnicum (I haven't figured out how to change authors. I will. In the meanwhile, Barbara wrote this). Please help me get my readers back that Substack(assholes) stole. I don't normally curse, but there comes a time ... Sometimes I wonder what’s really going
the story of the site May 12, 2025 Writing is how I stitch meaning into a world unraveling at the seams. It grounds me—quieting the static, ordering the storm, giving shape to thought, sometimes just letting me shout into the void with a semicolon. This is where I turn
Enemy0:00/149.4185711× We have met the enemy, and it is us. Pogo said that in 1970. A cartoon possum nailed the dark heart of American life better than most politicians ever manage. But the idea wasn’t new. In 1838, Abraham Lincoln stood up in Springfield, Illinois, and
There was a time I felt proud of the United States. Not blindly, not without criticism, but with a sense that we were striving toward something better. Our history has always been contradictory—liberty proclaimed by slaveholders, equality promised but rarely delivered—but there was, for a time, a belief