On September 26, 2022, the past tense blew my world apart. Three thousand miles from home I was awakened to be told that Cecelia was dead. My beautiful, brilliant, deeply cherished daughter...

I sometimes sit for hours—hours—doing absolutely nothing but turning my gaze from flower, to dog, to bird, to tree. It is the only time and the only place in the world now that I feel...

I am awed by the ancient remnants, the compression of time, the sensation of vanished worlds. But whether Greek, Roman, or Byzantine, I can’t tell. As I now know, Everything passed...

I prefer you, my little heating stove at my feet, to the warmth of a hundred Italian suns.

They are my companions as I wander the labyrinth, seeking the essence of what lies outside the narratives that have contained us. We don’t know what we are going to discover just yet, but...

Nothing in my long life has ever relaxed me more. In fact, relaxation is too weak a word. Nothing has ever brought me closer to a world outside my own fool self—a world that literally...

I told them the whole thing, and by the time I was done I was surrounded by the truckers and the farmers, and a short order cook to boot. They loved Dustin so much. Someone even bought him...

That’s the work of grounding. It’s not about being still, but about being anchored in motion. And remembering that you know the way back. No matter how unmoored you feel, there is no...

Not a day goes by when I don’t come across some news story that closely parallels a story in my book. I didn’t intend it to be that way, and Lord knows I’d be happy if those parallels...

Every human needs something to give them peace, to assure them that everything will be okay. Most of the great thinkers of the world, Plato, Socrates, Cicero, Confucius, Kant, Big Bird, and...