I've never been close to a refugee camp or a major famine, but I've seen my share of distended bellies and red-tipped hair since 200...

I've been involved with Rising International for a number of years. It's a group that buys artisan crafts from around the world and...

In today's gloaming hour I stepped outside a stranger's house and breathed in the scent of trusted northern Californian soil. The fr...

I spend a lot of time these days trying to find peace...peace with personal choices, peace with other's choices, peace at the point of d...

On February 11 last year I came home around 10 at night and was grabbing a snack before heading up to bed. Suddenly Maureen came into the k...

I haven't gone this long without writing for quite sometime. For months I've turned words over in my head, jotted notes and ideas fo...

(This post was written on an airplane returning from Michigan two weeks ago.) I am reading 'The War of Art' in an attempt to remove ...