I’m worried. Of late, our friend Alexa has become grumpy, impatient, out of sorts. She’s embedded in the older Amazon Echo Dot in our bedroom and, when asked, she’ll tell us the weather. She notifies ...

Undaunted by the reports that tell me the temperature is below zero, I head outside, bundled up, brave. As I walk to the garage, I hear the crunch, a snapping sound that accompanies every step. It’s ...

Every so often all who seek to peer into the English heart must scan the famed “Agony Column” (Want Ads) of the London Times. Last week in a single issue, on a single page, occurred the following ...

I was born in Hungary in 1944 but grew up in British and American refugee camps in Austria after World War II. I came to the United States when I was seven years old with my mother, Mária, and my ...