Some trees have lost their leaves. Others are changing. And a few are holding on to summer. I’m reminded that we’re all in different seasons of life—and that we rarely know the whole story someone else is carrying.
Here’s to the Surprise
Rock-a-bye Baby
(A version of this story appeared on The Heart of The Matter on December 15, 2023.) My wife and I rolled over at the same time. Our baby daughter was crying from her room. We were both tired, but I offered to go get her. You would have thought I told my wife that she... Continue Reading →
Real Wealth? The True Luxuries of Life
We talk a lot about billionaires and the 1%, but a memory from an old college classroom makes me wonder: Are the world's greatest luxuries already within our grasp?
Making A Case for Hope
If you only look at social media, it feels like society is collapsing. But the real-world data on how we actually treat each other tells a completely different—and deeply hopeful—story.
You scream, we all scream . . . for ice cream
Memorial Day is a solemn day of remembrance set aside to honor those who gave their lives in service. We owe these heroes our gratitude. The U.S. would be nowhere without these men and women. I plan to take a few minutes later today to pay my respects. Memorial Day also has a more "casual,... Continue Reading →
A future so bright . . .
I could barely make out my youngest son's voice in the rear seat of the car. I switched off the radio and the air conditioner to hear him better. He couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old. It had to be one of the most surreal scenes in my life. In his... Continue Reading →
Fighting through the fog
As the air cooled overnight, a thick, heavy layer of fog would regularly roll in and envelope the valley where we lived. In the morning, you’d walk outside to a moist, gray haze. Visibility would fall to next to nothing -- you'd be able to see maybe a few yards ahead and that would be... Continue Reading →
Take up your cross
I love how writing challenges me. Every time I think I know what I'm doing, the story or plot or language make me look like a fool. It's like the Writing Gremlins have their eyes on me. When they see me start to get too cocky or full of myself, they say "not so fast... Continue Reading →
An Irish blessing
No leprechauns here. No shillelaghs. No corned beef and cabbage. And no lucky four-leaf clovers either. But lots of hope and good will. The middle of March can be a tough one. In the Northern Hemisphere, winter more often than not still has a firm grip on folks. Spring played a captivating temptress last week.... Continue Reading →
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