Thank you to reader Patrick, who sent me these photos from Budapest, with the following note: Found you hanging out in Budapest. This was in the Jewish Quarter it is…View post

  Loading in for a speaking gig in Duluth. Zero degrees and windy, you don’t wanna make too many trips.

Bill Fay has died. The first time I heard “The Healing Day” it wrecked me with its tenderness. I wrote a brief essay about it in the book Peaceful Persistence:…View post

Walked into Mom and Dad’s the other day and got blasted into the past by the very sight of this blue beast. Fifty-some years and still spinnin’ mist. I’d hang…View post

In my book Montaigne in Barn Boots, I wrote an entire chapter on absentmindedness. This morning when I finished writing at my treadmill desk, I was changing out of my running…View post