What Do I Really Believe?
Here’s a little experiment: start a sentence with the words “I believe…,” and then finish it with something deeply heartfelt. It is impossible to do without feeling uplifted and stirred…
Published March 14th, 2014
Here’s a little experiment: start a sentence with the words “I believe…,” and then finish it with something deeply heartfelt. It is impossible to do without feeling uplifted and stirred…
Published March 14th, 2014
When I think of being rich and having riches, I think of two men…
Published February 28th, 2014
I am disappointed with myself. I am disappointed not so much with particular things I have done as with aspects of who I have become. I have a nagging sense that all is not as it should be.
Published January 17th, 2014
Psychologists who deal with the study of perception refer to a phenomenon called “habituation.” The idea is that when a new object or stimulus is introduced to our environment, we are intensely aware of it…
Published January 3rd, 2014
When Nancy and I were dating, I read her a poem by Shakespeare about two lovers: They so loved that love in twain, Had the essence but of one. Two distincts, division none; Number there in love was slain. When I finished reading it, I was in tears, but Nancy had a kind of glazed look in her eyes.
Published December 20th, 2013
Her name was Pandy. She had lost a good deal of her hair, one of her arms was missing, and, generally speaking, she’d had the stuffing knocked out of her….
Published December 6th, 2013