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Marriage is made or broken in the dozens of moments each day when we turn toward each other—or away.
The streams that shape human life are surprisingly easy to corrupt—and surprisingly hard to guard.
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.
Kindness is hard to forget.