A death, a book, an art show, and a promise of magnolia blossoms
Which figures of speech will survive, and which will vanish?
On the Asturian coast of Spain, cold days and a warm greeting
Notes on the nature of suffering
In remembrance of Ben Sonnenberg
Conflicts, more or less of interest
Kim, the Stoics, and the voices from my past
Jethro K. Lieberman
Why downsizing to a mere 650 boxes of them makes good sense
I’ve never tried it, but I suspect the world could use a lot more of it
Finding the virtues of Homer, Plato, and Jesus in Technicolor Oz
Natural selection isn’t the whole story of human development
Ernest B. Furgurson
A massive aspen grove with a single root system might be immortal, or might be heading for extinction
Add basketball and you have a few of my favorite American things
The smell of jasmine and the murmur of family life in prewar Damascus
What would Kierkegaard and Hegel do about the crises of our day?
Minutes that changed the course of rock history
The fried-pepper sandwiches were oily and delicious, and the Spanish lesson was even more memorable
A writer mourns colleagues lost in May’s killer storms but knows she'll pursue tornadoes once again
What he wished for me and what he taught me
Tommy James of the Shondells goes on record
We aren’t expendable, but must fend for ourselves
Or, one student’s adventures in higher learning
Not exactly Yeats, but noteworthy nonetheless
Cosmic ovens, nebular refrigerators, and the predictive power of physical law
Brian Doyle and Pico Iyer
An exchange in verse
What writers do and what boxers do is more alike than you might imagine
At a 50th high school reunion, a well-known traveler recalls his pride in the hometown he was so eager to leave behind
In the Panthéon, Albert Camus joins a kindred soul
Stomp those Stormy Petrels!
And beware of kiss-me-I’m-poetical junk
Must we erase evidence of later commemorations at Civil War sites?
And just what was his connection to hedgehogs?
What to call the planets we find beyond our solar system?
Is it possible to elect a president without invoking that phrase?
Was that Bob Dylan my sister met on a weir above Woodstock?
Whatever happened to existentialism?
At their best, pictograms tell us clearly where to go and what to do; at their worst, things can get interesting
The war in Iraq might leave us a new word to match a new sense of our own limitations