A Hard Rain

The rain was coming down like a giant rippling curtain, greying out the color of the trees and forcing the birds to take shelter among their branches and the bushes. It wasn’t like a summer thunderstorm, menacing and loud, but more like an ocean of water pouring down in a steady, expansive stream with hardly …

Machiavelli’s Disciple

President Trump is a textbook case of the old philosophical debate: If the outcome is good, does it matter if the means to achieve it are immoral? If anyone seems to embody Machiavelli’s maxim, “Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, because it belongs to everybody to see you, to few …

Blogger’s Block

Life in the Trump era has resulted in my getting blogger’s block. You would think just the opposite, but no. Each hour—sometimes by-the-minute—there is an assault on my sense of decency, security, patriotism, and general well-being. My rheumatoid arthritis has flared up from stress, and the ten impossible things I thought I could do for …

Cycles of Life

The day was somber. Heavy clouds scudded across an oyster-gray sky, and a chill north wind blew as my neighbors, Todd and Kim, bid goodbye to their fifteen-year-old son. The service was held in one of those big box Baptist churches, since their little east side church was too small to accommodate the eleven hundred …