WRESTLING A WHALE, AND OTHER POLITICS

by Don C. Reed From 1972–86, I worked as a professional scuba diver at an aquarium-zoo (Marine World Africa USA) in Redwood City, California. Most of the work was peaceful, scrubbing the tanks, feeding the fish. But there was also a more strenuous side. Patches and...

KILLER IN MY CLASSROOM?

By Don C. Reed The story I am about to tell you is true, subject only to the vagaries of memory… Call him Y. He was a student in my 8th grade English classroom, someone I had known for a long time, because we used to give him rides to various sports practices. He...

OF SHARKS, AND LIVER DISEASE

By Don C. Reed Her name was Vanessa; she was six years old, and fighting liver disease. To keep her alive, her family had to monitor every gram of food she ate. She would sometimes be so hungry, after having eaten her tiny meal, that she would ask to just smell...

A PRESIDENTIAL INVITATION: to the California Stem Cell Program

By Don C. Reed As a private citizen, I would like to invite President Biden to visit the California Institute for Regenerative Medicine (CIRM), our $8.5 billion stem cell program. Note: CIRM is a state agency, to which I have no official connection. But I have written...

THE PERSONHOOD BATTLE: Why It Matters to You

By Don C.  Reed Think of a little plastic dish full of salt water, a Petri dish. And floating in the water are a dozen tiny dots,  almost invisible:  fertilized human eggs, or  blastocysts. According to a recent decision of the Alabama  Supreme  Court, these...

DONALD TRUMP AND THE STRAWBERRY FIELDS

By Don C. Reed Wanting to earn money to buy a ring for my high school girlfriend, I got on the truck to the strawberry fields. “Dollar a row,” the foreman said, “Don’t bruise the fruit, or you don’t get paid.” The row before me was just a quarter mile long, but it...

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