It occurred to me this morning that my worry will end when the thing I worry most about happening happens.

When I was twelve, I spent the first of three pleasant, albeit undistinguished summers at a camp for boys in Maine, playing basketball and tennis, water skiing, target and skeet shooting, navigating a canoe and learning how to tread water for a really long time. It was 1968. I was…

“Most Americans, whatever our adversities, historically have been luckier than many others, and the luckiest of us include the most fervent supporters of the belief that success or failure depends wholly on the individual.” James McConkey, What Kind of Father am I This of course is the bedrock of Rush…

The twentieth century opened on a world that was home to little more than a billion people and closed on a world of 6 billion, and every one of those 6 billion is using on average four times as much energy as their forefathers did 100 years before. This helps…

From beneath the mist I see a yellow candle by the bed flicker. . A voice whispers forget about accounting for what is and just be. . Everything I wished for once disappeared in the night like a giant freighter down a river of longing toward the horizon. . All…