Learn This Lesson from the Fig Tree
He seems pleased that he’s protected me and mine. Or maybe ours.
Writing Exile and Reading Homeward
Here, then, is my homecoming of the imagination: to hold the past bright in memory, and to love also the saplings and the weeds of my exile.
The Maps of Our Lives Point Homeward
Older and wiser, I have long learned that for all the times I wanted to visit far-away places, there is no place like home.
Reflection in a Glass Wall
The reflection looked like a vintage motion picture, only without those stilted movements.
The AI Invasion: For Humans, It’s Becoming Harder to Write
No question about it: For writers like me, who would like nothing more than to do our own writing and thinking with dignity and intellectual honesty, it’s becoming harder to write—at least on a computer.
Harr’ today, gone tomorrow
However, the widespread association of these events with the closing of the Hotel Harrington has overshadowed the preceding history of the hotel
The Hope of the American Republic: Local Coffee Shops
Because of coffee’s popularity, coffee shops can draw people together like very few other modern institutions.
There’s No Place Like Home
We are desperately in need of a collective vision of what it means to love our homes.
College Radio
We can gain something from the Ike Carters and the student DJs of our communities: a human connection, a community connection—not to mention great music.