
Your Dog Is Right
4-22-14 | Do you sometimes worry that you’re a fraud? That secretly, you are not as capable, or as smart, or skillful, or honest, or noble, or whatever, as people (especially the people who matter to you) think you are?

Diving Off a Cliff
4-15-14 | Writing is like flinging yourself off a cliff every day, without knowing if there’s a net there or not. Living is like that, too.

Finding Time
4-8-14 | As a child, every time I went to knock on my father’s office door, whether it was because I needed something or just wanted to tell him the latest juicy bit of five-year-old’s news, he never once said, “I’m busy!” or “Can this wait?” or even “Just a minute.” He would drop whatever he was doing and give me his full attention. He always seemed to have time. But where did he find it?

Fiat Lux
4-1-14 | You know how a baby’s smile lights up a room? It’s as if there’s some vast light source hidden behind a screen, and that little round face is a tiny window letting a smidgeon of the billions of gigawatts out there spill into the room we’re occupying.

Being There
3-25-14 | It’s Tuesday evening. I’m at home. Ana is over at the nursing home, being with Sylvia, her mom, who is in her last days.

A Choice of Perspective
3-18-14 | Positive perspective is less an inborn trait than it is a skill. Like any skill, it can be learned, practiced, and mastered.

Perspective Changes Everything
3-13-14 | A knock came on my front door at a few minutes after eleven o’clock at night. My son and I were watching television together in the living room, sitting not ten steps from the door. I got up, padded over, and opened it.

Let It Snow
3-8-14 | My decision, at the age of 17, to leave the established school system and join with some friends to start our own high school was inspired in part by my sophomore-year high school English teacher, Mr. Gimbel.

A Walk to Remember
3-4-14 | Did you know you have a seahorse in your head? You do. It’s a delicate little thing, and it’s important to feed it, because it helps you remember who you are and what you’re doing here.

Walking Grateful
3-1-14 | After I write this post, I’m going to join my wife in a three-mile walk around the neighborhood. This is not as simple an accomplishment as it sounds.