I’m lying in Mom’s bed. It’s 5 a.m. on Sunday morning. Exactly 48 hours earlier, I was on an early morning treadmill before our Philosophy workshop at the MEA Santa

April 15, 2026

I recently came across a word I wish I’d known 30 years ago (thanks Rand Stagen): Coddiwomple — to travel in a purposeful manner toward a vague destination. In other

April 14, 2026

Somehow, and stop laughing out there, it’s different from 89. I mean, there I was “in my 80s”, embracing one project after another, with nary a thought that this might

April 12, 2026