Guest Commentary

Helping Connecticut’s first-time farmers

Before Electric Boat, Pratt & Whitney and Sikorsky were defending our nation and protecting our troops, Connecticut’s farmers were one of our state’s biggest contributors toward our national defense. How? They literally fed the army during the Revolutionary War. If you’ve ever heard a reference to Connecticut as “The Provision State,” it’s because the Continental Army relied on us for critical supplies like ships, cannons, gunpowder — and, of course, food.

Clinton needs an immediate change of strategy

Hillary Clinton will continue to lose ground if she continues to defend herself against Donald Trump’s attacks and focus her offensive on his questionable character and presumed unfitness to be president.

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A choice of oceans to explore

In December 2011, a group composed of 540 of the world’s top marine scientists issued a report titled “Hot, Sour, and Breathless — Ocean Under Stress.” Released in conjunction with United Nations’ climate negotiations in Durban, South Africa, the report warned that, as the result of fossil-fuel emissions, the world’s oceans were becoming warmer and increasingly acidic. 

Taxpayer-funded campaigns only give elections a veneer of being cleanly run

A major state political party is under federal investigation. Is this 2016, or has Connecticut collectively flashed back to 2004 when its governor resigned and headed off to federal prison?

Three writers in a barbershop

Part 2 of 3

Another opening, another show!

It’s been a year since I cleaned out my dressing room at the Sharon Playhouse while the crew in the theater above dismantled Ascot, Covent Garden and my precious study at 27A Wimpole St. They attacked with electric drills, saws, hammers — everything but a wrecking ball. By the time our fair ladies had washed the dirt or rouge off their faces and Pickering, Doolittle and I hung up our top hats and tails for good, it was practically all gone. Vanished. 

Fears dispelled: Mother of the bride, at last

My mother was afraid of many things. She was afraid she would get the clap from sitting on public toilets; she was afraid to serve her family underdone pork because it might poison us. Most of all, she was afraid of losing me, either to one of the many predators she was convinced roamed the streets looking for innocent children, or to some unknown, cruel twist of fate.