Life

Lessons From a Sunday Sloth

The rainforest trail near Manuel Antonio was already alive before the first tourists even tied their shoelaces. Birds chirped like…

1 month ago

A Cup Full of Ripples

Every weekday morning at 7:12 a.m., the Maple Bean Café filled with the same parade of tired souls. It was…

1 month ago

Full Circle: Coming Home

In the spring of 1992, I did what a lot of young men do when the ground under their feet…

1 month ago

The Clock Nobody Owns

Most of us live like time is sitting in our back pocket, right beside our wallet and car keys. We…

1 month ago

The Story You Keep Telling Yourself

We all walk around with a story in our heads. Some of us treat it like sacred scripture, leather bound…

1 month ago

Trading Tension for Intention

Somewhere along the way, tension became a virtue. If you are busy, you must be important.If you are stressed, you…

2 months ago

Next Door, Miles Away

There was a time when sugar didn’t come from the store first. It came from next door. You knocked, embarrassed…

2 months ago

Smallest Touch, Loud Effect

They were not fighting. That matters. This was one of those quiet evenings where nothing was wrong, which somehow makes…

2 months ago

WiFi Off, Presence On

We used to arrive places with our whole body. Now we arrive physically, while the rest of us is still…

2 months ago

Ghosts of The Living

They sit at the table, still fill up the room,Their coat on the hook, their mug on the chair,We talk…

2 months ago