Imagine the world is a stage and we, the actors, are given the power to write our own scripts. Every day becomes a choice. Every hour a decision. Every minute a test to see if we can somehow learn to love. After seven decades of…
Every person you meet is a new adventure – not to be feared, but cherished – as if a door were suddenly opened and you were whisked away to the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, Norway’s Pulpit Rock, or the Great Barrier Reef in Australia. …
“There it is!” my father shouted, pointing to the horizon. Rising in the east we spotted it. Not an airplane. Not a meteor. But something entirely different and very, very weird.
Something weird and sort of wonderful happened last Sunday. Betty and I found ourselves relaxing on the couch, reading an actual, three-dimensional, hold-in-your-hands 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳. You remember the newspapers, don’t you? Paper and ink. Turning pages. Lots of local news and sports. Peanuts, Garfield,…