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Somewhere between the endless scroll of our overly-curated lives and the tightening squeeze of economic survival, the spirit of volunteerism has quietly withered. Fewer people show up to paint the community center, stock the food pantry, or sit with the elderly. The rot, like most societal rot, is slow, mostly invisible, and hard to reverse.

September 21-22, 2024

I’ve been accused of overthinking things. Like, a lot. My friend says that when I stare at a jar of pickles too long, it looks like I’m about to solve the riddle of the universe; or have a small stroke. And I suppose that’s fair. I mean, I once cried during an episode of Antiques Roadshow because I

There are moments when I read a book and feel as though the author is personally haunting me through time. That’s how I felt with The Handmaid’s Tale. Not the obvious stuff, like the forced baby-making or the red bathrobes (though I’ve worn enough shameful Halloween costumes to relate), but something subtler, something that got under

There are many who give money and many more who wish they could. And there is nothing wrong with that. You give what you have, and if what you have is money, then money will do. The world is broken in many places and money is a fast way to put a finger in the

There were towers in the city. Concrete towers. Glass towers. Towers that rose like teeth from the earth, biting at the sky. Some of them were crooked, some of them were proud, but all of them were tall and all of them stood alone. The people inside the towers looked out of them and down

The wind blew cold from the west and I sat in the coffee shop staring out the dusty pane at the people moving in their little blinks of time and all I could think was: "we are all here together and we don't even know it." Somewhere in this shifting sandstorm of days and faces,