I'm writing from Oregon on a beautiful spring day. More specifically, from a regenerative farm in Yamhill County called The G...

There is a moment, just before the first of May, when the world seems to hold its breath. The apple tree is heavy with blosso...

I have two children receiving master's degrees this year, and I've been thinking a lot about what mastery is.

My youngest, R...

There was a morning, a few years ago, when I sat with my coffee and tried to account for my week. Not in the way I used to, t...

A couple weeks in a tiny home is teaching me something.

This week, while the rest of the world was busy searching Google for...

Spring is here. Did you feel it arrive? It’s a powerful point of transition worthy of a pause for consideration. 

The Spring...

 We are nearing the end of the season of dreaming and find ourselves a few days from the Spring Equinox, a powerful time of t...

I’ve been sitting with things I don’t entirely know how to hold.

• The Epstein files.
• Policy drafts and late-night commenta...

Valentine’s Day rolls around each year wrapped in pink paper and high expectations. Everywhere you look, someone’s talking ab...

This Sunday, January 11, is my birthday. A big one. Sixty-five.

I still don’t quite know how that’s possible. Five years ago...