Thoughts on Change.
A friend sent me an essay from the New Yorker this week – I somehow managed to avoid subscribing to the magazine…
A friend sent me an essay from the New Yorker this week – I somehow managed to avoid subscribing to the magazine…
Walk with me through a landscape touched by frost, a layer of glistening, crystalline beauty sheathing every blade of grass, leaf and…
In the dark times, will there also be singing?Yes, there will be singing.About the dark times.—Bertolt Brecht
I would not be surprised if…
I went down to Lan Su Chinese Garden last week in anticipation of the Chinese New Year this coming Wednesday. The celebratory…
Walk with me, but bring the gloves, on a brilliantly sunny and cold day at the wetlands. Puddles covered with ice, ponds…
Believe it or not, good news still exists! In fact, marvelous news concerning cravings that lead to, or are part of, addiction….
Someone once called propaganda the art of selling lies. It’s a catchy summary but obscures the extent to which communication can be…
I don’t sleep very well since the L.A. fires broke out. I have this recurrent thought of “One moment you sit in…
Here they were, salmons “singing in the street,” in Northern morning light that favored gold and blues. Right out of an Auden…
Many people who have lost their homes and all belongings to the LA wildfires are likely overwhelmed by the multitude of tasks…