Essays and meditations, collected. Read slowly — or wander by topic.
Strip away the slogans and the team colors, and you find the same frightened, hopeful animal looking for somewhere to belong.
The mind that chases everything arrives nowhere. A small defense of the unfashionable art of monotasking.
We grieve each ordinary evening as if it were the last. Perhaps that is the only honest way to spend one.
You are not one person arguing with yourself. You are a house, and you have been treating some rooms as strangers.
We have confused quiet with absence. Sit with it long enough and you find it is the fullest room in the house.
Every advertisement is a small theology. Here is a quieter one: enough is a number you get to choose.
The softest thing in the world overcomes the hardest. On yielding as a form of strength, not surrender.
Most of what you are sure of, you inherited. On the strange humility of tracing a belief back to its source.
A practice for keeping the human being in view while the argument gets loud.