Sobriety

I loathe the moments when the suffering of others reminds me to be grateful.

Years ago, an old man in a church basement said, "Stick around long enough, and this becomes a life spent stepping over dead bodies."

Yesterday C. surprised me with a birthday trip into the mountains, and I spent most of the flight gazing out the window, wondering how I could have ever taken this view for granted: the tiny winter trees and miniature snow-covered houses, the rivers of headlights and taillights. The mountains out

The Pope is praying for our relationship with technology. “Let us pray that the progress of robotics and artificial intelligence may always serve humankind,” he said. In Washington DC, the self-styled militias that once haunted the dirty fringes of the American mind commingled with Republican leaders, groups with names like

Birthday. Maybe it’s an auspicious one: it’s the first time in over 900 years—since 11/11/1111—that the date reads both ways, no matter how you format it. And it’s the 33rd day of the year with 333 more to go. I’d like to