Communications for a Changing World
It was only two weeks ago, but I’m already nostalgic for Thanksgiving. I miss that tranquil time when nearly everything shuts down, and the only agenda involves the communal preparation and enjoyment of harvest-time...
“It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century or even once in a human generation, this little headland would be thronged with spectators....
We have a tyrannosaurus in our laundry area. You may not realize it, but you probably do too. This voracious eater from another era sits in a white metal box perched atop the washing...
Are we all secretly proud of our capacity to multitask–conversing, texting and walking (or worse, driving!)–all while listening to music? Captivated by the limitless potential of e-connectivity, we convince ourselves that we can effectively...
In the first of her “Little House” books, Laura Ingalls Wilder describes a Sunday afternoon in her grandfather’s youth. He and his brothers had just built a sled, but the Sabbath had begun before...
How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon December is here before it’s June. My goodness how time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? —...
Before the sun rises over a neighboring island, a translucent plum of moon slips into clouds tinged pink with the approaching day. The full moon has drawn the tide to an astronomical low, revealing...
