Like me, you’ve been on this road before, no doubt. It’s the road home after you’ve been on a vacation, or weekend get-a-way, or retreat. And as that idyllic place—the lake, beach, cabin in the woods, or hotel—begins slowly to recede in your rear view mirror, you want to screech your breaks to a halt, …
This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but with a whimper. T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men (1925) If you knew you had exactly 21 days left on this earth, how would you spend your time? Would you reconnect with family and friends? Would you ask forgiveness from someone? Would you tell …
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No, I don’t mean the Bible, although I read it every day. But for now, I’m referring to the newspaper. “Ahh, the newspaper,” you say. “You mean that old dinosaur of the printed era that’s somehow managed to stay alive, despite its shrinking advertising revenue and a dwindling subscriber base?” Despite rumors of its demise, …
He was always getting up a game of some kind, usually sandlot football. Mark had a knack for gathering my friends and me, most of us ten years his younger, for a game of football in the fall or baseball in the spring. And he was my own personal trainer, throwing me thousands of football …
By now you’ve heard the news: We’re growing, at least physically. The average American male is seventeen pounds heavier and the average female nineteen pounds heavier than in the late 1970s. And the percentage of overweight children and adolescents in the US has nearly tripled in that same period of time. One of the most …