It is a Damon Runyon story, but without the character voices

The cover of the audiobook (photo and design by Jim Moore)

A labor of love and a tribute to Senate staff

A 27-hour audiobook that took more than 100 hours to produce

I just completed the narration of the Report of the Select Committee on Intelligence on Russian Active Measures Campaigns and Interference in the 2016 U.S. Election, Volume 5: Counterintelligence Threats and Vulnerabilities. The narration was an opportunity for me to explore some of the most troubling aspects of the current administration’s direct and indirect connections with truly malign actors here in the U.S. and overseas — mostly in Russia and Ukraine.

The long and winding road

Patient readers and audiobook listeners will travel the report’s long and twisting road that is paved with obvious…


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Boomers are leaving behind a mess; our kids and theirs are left to clean it up, if they can.

The Boomer mill wheel, 70 years in the making, is crushing the future

This essay continues a familiar drumbeat to those who have followed my various social media postings over the past few years. For more than a decade I have felt like Cassandra among the disbelievers, the deniers, the hopeless optimists who don’t want to face the reality that the mill wheel of destruction is grinding down everything Boomers thought we had built up. To hear Millennials tell it, Boomers are the root cause of today’s problems across the board, and, the more they say it, the more I begin to believe it. The vitriol the younger generations reserve for their parents…


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Fear and loathing in the Lone Star State

Texas, Texas, Texas. What a failure of a state you have become. More specifically, what a failure of government you have elected and continue to enable. Your Republican legislators and chief executive, along with other power-besotted knuckle-draggers from Florida to the Dakotas are lined up with their backs against the winds of inevitable change. They believe their misguided brand of righteousness, White privilege, nativism, xenophobia, and Taliban-Sharia-Law’s misogyny will endear them to the equally-disturbed portion of the American electorate.

Your leaders can’t even get your power grid to work, Texas, and yet they stride out into the guttering light of…


A culture of accountability can be ours if we want it

Illustration J. Moore

A spat over a Cat (the one in the Hat)

My generation didn’t see this coming, but we can learn from it

Writing in the Sunday, May 16 edition of The Washington Post, reporter Valerie Strauss reopens a discussion she had with Philip Nel, author of the 2017 book, “Was the Cat in the Hat Black?: The Hidden Racism of Children’s Literature and the Need for Diverse Books.” Strauss initiated a conversation with Nel shortly after his book came out, and then she reprised the conversation earlier this year, when, as Strauss writes, “…it was falsely reported that a Virginia school district had banned the books of Dr. …


Could my mother’s death resurrect something that had died in me?

Photograph by Jim Moore

May 3, 1997

Walking the tightrope between here and the hereafter

Hummingbirds are hovering at their feeder, tiny pulsating out-of-focus splashes of blue-green iridescence shimmering just inches away just outside the bedroom window. Beyond the window, past the hummingbirds, past the garden of emerging flowers edging the neatly trimmed lawn, beyond our small lake surrounded by willows and sycamores, the Virginia countryside is coming alive with the colors and sounds of spring. On my side of the window I stand watch over my dying mother. The colors in her room are the faded peach of over-washed bed sheets, the stale white carpet stained with spilled medicines, the flat ivory walls on…


The Vatican’s latest pronouncement reflects the hubris of fallible institutions interpreting infallible deities in the ultimate game of telephone

Illustration by Jim Moore

Officiating at a sacred ceremony

A few years ago, I had the privilege to be a Virginia-state-sanctioned officiant at the civil wedding of two people who loved each other very much. They were high school classmates fifty years before I pronounced them married. Through my wife’s experience at the same school at the same time, I had known both classmates for many years. But I never imagined the role I would play in their lives beyond the ivy-covered walls of their school.

After their graduation in the late ’60s, each went their separate ways — one rose through the officer ranks of the U.S. Army…


The disruptions, fears, and uncertainties of today’s politics are rooted in the nation’s past behaviors — those which were hateful, those which were helpful

Morning along the levee South of Baton Rouge (photo by Jim Moore)

Religion, action, and reaction

On this day in 1963 I was a 14-year-old high school freshman attending Jesuit High School, in Shreveport, Louisiana. The news of John Kennedy’s assassination hit me in three ways:

The Jesuits reached for faith

First, the Catholic leadership of the school were devastated and their sadness swept through the halls and into the classrooms like a flash flood of sorrow, fear, shock, prayers, and disbelief. The usually rock-steady voice of the school’s president wavered and broke as he announced the…


The presidential transition thus far is a drama straight from the Bard’s darkest tales

Storm Clouds Moving In (painting by Jim Moore)

I think it’s fair to say that most Americans — and, frankly, most citizens of the world with access to some degree of news and information — are glad the 2020 election is, for the most part, all over but for the sore-loser shouting “Stolen election!”

Personal experience

As I write this, on the Monday after the election was called for Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, the Trump administration (really, mostly Trump himself) is doing its best to throw a wrench in the works and prevent the Biden transition team from getting underway with what has, until now, been a very orderly…


A visit to Australia in November 2016, turned sad on election night

CNN on a television screen in a bar in Canberra, Australia, November 9 (AUS) 2016 (photo by author)

Author’s note: Four years ago I traveled to Australia during the 2016 election, and was at a bar in downtown Canberra watching the results come in from the far side of the globe. As the 2020 election nears, I retrieved my journal from November 8–9, 2016, and offer it here as a cautionary note…in the hope that the outcome will not be the same.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016 (still Tuesday, November 8 in the U.S.)

Bungendore, New South Wales, Australia

It’s 6 a.m. on a rainy, dull blue-gray dawn in Bungendore, Australia. The cockatoos and magpies are squawking and muttering in the trees. Small…


Sometimes you just have to take the fork in the road

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My advice? Have an opinion

From nightmare to inquiry

I was lying awake in bed at 4 a.m., unable to sleep, irrationally contemplating the dawning of yet another day of more national uncertainty. The snatches of sleep I had been able to grab were torn with nightmares. In one, I was in a small boat in a splintered jade sea, and it was taking on water amidst fearsome waves of doubt with their frothy, ragged crests and black abyssal troughs on all sides. …

Jim Moore

Journalist, former Capitol Hill staff (House and Senate), former Cabinet speechwriter, editor, photojournalist and bird photographer. Top Writer Quora 2016–2017

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