My father grew up in the slums of Boston in the 1940’s. When he was seven, my grandmother kicked my grandfather out, on account of too much drinking. T…
The world is a very malleable place. When I read biographies, early lives leap out the most. Leonardo da Vinci was a studio apprentice to Verrocchio at…
Dear friends, a story: A peasant went to the market one day and bought some meat, but felt he was deceived on the weight. As he strode out of the marke…
“If you are distressed by anything external, the pain is not due to the thing itself, but to your estimate of it; and this you have the power to revoke…
Dear friends, two tales: ONCE there was an old sage out for a walk at dusk. As he strode along the road, far from the village, he was suddenly accosted…
It is not down in any map; true places never are. — Ishmael, Moby Dick I am fond of the mouse. Everywhere beset by larger powers, he succeeds with a wi…
Dear reader, there is a tale, A cat once happened upon a fox in the forest. While shy of such a dangerous creature, she thought to herself: “The fox is…
Dear friends, there is a tale, One windy morning, two little girls were picking mushrooms. Since they spent all morning filling their baskets, they dec…
The world’s slow move from dialogue to media, and how it changed us
Dear friends, There is a tale: On certain lucid mornings, before even farmers awaken, the fairies emerge from the edge of the forest. On the sloping hi…
We are in the dark corner of the pub together. We have been here for some time. Out of my coat I produce a pile of old photographs. Something to show y…
Dear friends, have you ever wondered how the Christmas tree came to be? A little tale: When Jesus was born, excitement animated every living thing. For…