I celebrate my 67th birthday this month, and I’m telling everybody! How else am I sure to receive birthday wishes? Or a nice dinner and...

I took a walk along the path that encircles Spaulding Pond in Mohegan Park one spring morning as clouds and drizzle came and went,...

Where does a good friendship begin? Friendship begins in many ways and different circumstances: Finding a common bond with someone with...

Every day when I wake up, I have some questions: What’s the weather doing? Who’s making the coffee? What’s for breakfast? Should the dog...

On this day of Epiphany when Christians commemorate the arrival of the star-following Magi to the child of light, we witness in awe the...

December and the end-of-the-year religious holidays are full of light and hope: We see the light in the ancient stories of the miracle of...

The death of my beloved greyhound Winston returned me to an emotional place I’ve visited many times before, having loved and lost many...

When I achieved Social Security retirement age last month (although I am definitely not retiring), I found myself asking meaning-of-life...

“We have no destination and nothing to accomplish” is how I introduce my Saturday mindfulness walks in Norwich’s Mohegan Park. After some...

Mile after excruciating mile, when the 65 mile-per-hour speed limit feels like 15, when everyone in the car is tired and hungry, when the...

As with all structures of power and authority, religion can be used for good or ill. With the rise of Christian nationalism and its...

As we recover and heal from four years of an incompetent, corrupt, and cruel president and White House administration, we are urgently...

I am waking up, waiting for the sunrise, wanting a new day to begin. After months of restless sleep and daily worry, I carry the...

I slit open the outer envelope, removed the inner envelope, verified a signature, opened the inner envelope, and removed the yellow...

Facts are necessary but not enough. Facts are immutable but do not answer every question. Facts represent reality but not the full truth...

My favorite season draws me into a melancholy mood this year. Leaves fall steadily, going to ground, letting go of life in a blaze of...

The heart is the pulsing center of life and a metaphor for living. You and I cannot survive without its ceaseless beating, and we cannot...

The social and political polarization of our nation’s people are real and painful: Left and right, black and white, wealthy and...

The foghorn at the Mark Island Lighthouse sounds every 10 seconds, day and night, in good weather and bad, guiding boats....

On my dark days, all I see is the ugliness pervading everything from city streets to our nation’s capitol. I find litter, weeds, and...