I felt as if I’d dropped down Alice’s rabbit hole. The daughter of friends I’d known for years had one name, but I’d called her by another. I even invented a tag to remember it as we seldom meet: “M is for music.”  As it turns out, the girl’s name doesn’t start with �

One day last week, PBS Newshour aired a segment about MRI imagining. Scientists are experimenting with it to “read” our thoughts. The invasion sounded creepier than what Edward Snowden envisioned when he warned that companies and governments are invading our emails. What raised my

Late one afternoon, a friend came to visit at the retirement center.  He’s a brainy fellow so our conversations often wander into curious places.  At one point, I recall saying I thought human consciousness might be one way the universe keeps track of itself.  I’d meant it as a