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As our responsibilities grow, the real demand is not on our capacity—but on our spirit.
World Down Syndrome Day had me thinking what a good life is, and who deserves one.
The streams that shape human life are surprisingly easy to corrupt—and surprisingly hard to guard.
Why past transformation can quietly become permission to stop growing.
Peace — in our souls and in our communities — doesn’t come from just being nicer.
It comes from starving the parts of us that crave conflict.
We are feeble and reckless. But we have grown morally over the millennia. Would aliens passing through our solar system stop to engage our world?
In the decade between my father’s funeral and Clarence’s, I relearned how to measure a life.
Holding down a job is only a small part of a successful marriage.
In a world wired for comparison, I’m learning that joy isn’t found by avoiding it—but by choosing to start with presence.
To love and be loved, to be free, to grow, to create, to have peace — these are the simplest of dreams. Nothing fancy, nothing complex — but still beautiful.
As human artists, our last edge versus the computer is originality.
The only way this totally squeezed life works is if we help each other.
We don’t have to trust everyone — but we should stay open to being surprised.
In the end, the question isn’t whether the cup is half full or half empty — it’s whether we fill it.
What my son is teaching me about joy, justice, and seeing others more clearly
What we should expect of ourselves and others is responsibility. Arguing about phrases like “thoughts and prayers” misses the point.
Marriage is made or broken in the dozens of moments each day when we turn toward each other—or away.