The Joy of Slow
When I was a boy growing up on a farm in the hills of West Virginia, our “near” barn was about fifty yards from our house. I traversed...
Amounting to Something
I’ve found that the same question can be answered differently at various times of our lives. For example, my Dad used to look at me and...
The 'Thereness' of Joy
Would you permit me to say a further word about joy? It is just so central to my own thought and life. It’s on my short list of the most...