Even if you’ve read the most meagre bit of psychology, you’ve run across the “true self” -“false self” distinction in personality.

You would think that 12 years of Catholic school would have grounded me with Bible knowledge, but you’d be wrong.

You would think that 12 years of Catholic school would have grounded me with Bible knowledge, but you’d be wrong.

I saw in the paper the other day that a guy died while working on his car when it slipped off the jack stands and killed him.

I work with a guy whose name is, for the sake of this story, Art. Many years ago, Art and I had a lot of common work-related projects, so we’d be in meetings together quite often.

There’s a subgenre of jokes called “the three wishes,” which you might have heard from time to time.

You often see sentinels on the side of the road, sad reminders of a tearful tragedy, on a busy street corner in the city, or out in the middle of nowhere.

In the lobby along the south wall of the Original Headquarters Building of the CIA stands a statue of Maj. Gen William “Wild Bill” Donovan.

Living in the Capital District is heaven if you’re a motorcyclist (except for when they salt the roads).

The French existentialist philosopher and playwright John-Paul Sartre’s 1943 play “No Exit” (Huis Clos in French), contains one of the most celebrated lines in literary and philosophical history: “