Jul/Aug 2002

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Tempted to Television
I am a disabled physician who thought he might make a mark as a writer in this new medium. Despite hundreds of publications, mainly poetry, but including critical essays re-published up to six times and slated for print, as well as near forty columns and over twenty pieces of fiction, I am a veritable nobody, and the most I've been paid for any piece of writing since the '70s is $25.  
C.E. Chaffin


America's Secret Crime Against the Family
Deemed a "loving option" by social workers, agencies, and anti-abortion crusaders, adoption puts children at risk for a myriad of psychological problems that range in severity. That may sound like love to the people who receive a portion of the $1.4 billion, but it should scream child abuse to anyone else.  
Jess DelBalzo


Lord Byron: The Demons of Calvinism
Caroline Lamb, a blue blood who hounded Byron into an affair, said he was "mad, bad, and dangerous to know" (her kind of guy, apparently). George Ticknor, a literary acquaintance, described him as "gentle, mannerly, natural, affectionate, and modest." Both were right.  
Gary Sloan


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