August 28, 2018

My wife loves to arrange flowers.  In her next job, she says, she’ll stay home and arrange flowers and just the thought lifts her up, especially at the end of a wearying week.  

Remembering that gave rise to this month’s post.  Like last month, I excitedly dove int...

July 28, 2018

I’m not quite sure what’s been blocking my writing the last several weeks, but I have few theories.  One is that Imagination in Place, my current Berry read, is wearing me out.  The latest chapter is yet another tribute to yet another influential writer (James Still)....

June 1, 2018

We live in a time of gathering losses. 

I’m thinking about job losses, the loss of national pride, and, all across this country, rampant loss of life in high schools, in opiate-riddled communities, in families unable to help war-ruined veterans.  Our way seems lost. Mos...

April 27, 2018

I’m writing from Sedona, Arizona this month, where I’ve been lucky enough to escape to for a few days.

This landscape is one of those places that you know even if you’ve never been.  Desert mesas, striated burnt orange and grey, stretch and jut under a giant blue sky....

March 25, 2018

My mother always liked to say “big things come in small packages” – which popped to mind after reading two petite and consecutive pieces in Imagination in Place, both on the estimable writer Wallace Stegner.  Just eight pages combined, it’s vintage Berry; profound, lov...

February 26, 2018

In graduate school in the late 1990’s, I fell hard for Christopher Alexander.  Fell as hard as a person can fall, short of falling in love.  I must have been in my second or third semester – far enough along to know that my choice to enter architecture school had a bit...

January 27, 2018

One might surmise that a fiction writer wouldn’t get very far in his craft without a healthy imagination.  Wendell Berry has been spinning tales about make-believe Port William for more than fifty years now, conjuring people and events from the wisps of his fertile min...

December 29, 2017

My dad, just a few years behind Wendell, has always been fascinated with the dark side of humanity.  Which is especially interesting since my dad is as good-humored a fellow as you could ever hope to meet. 

But his fixation on mankind’s baser instincts has popped u...

November 18, 2017

In the presidential election, sixteen years after the turn of the century, “America First” was the winning slogan in an exceptionally close race.  The victor didn’t win his home state but he managed to secure the Electoral College by taking several swing states by razo...

November 1, 2017

Here’s a riddle.  In a world filled with amazing, admirable people and despicable, greedy people, why do the bad guys get so much more of our attention than the good guys? 

I’m asking a question of curation.  Two questions actually.  One is, what are you focusing o...

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Why this, why now? 

I created this space to put my voice into the world. Silence will no longer do.   

The ideas are Wendell Berry's.

The hubris to link myself with Mr. Berry publicly is of course entirely mine.

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