I lived in New York City from 1970 to 1990, and my favorite daily ritual was to go to what my friends and I called the “Greasy Spoon,” a little diner on 101st and Broadway, for a donut, a cup of coffee, and the New York Times.
More Water Please
One day, while I was in Crete, I had the impulse to write something on a note pad. it seemed so meaningful that I decided to tack it on the wall of my little room, and it became a daily reminder for me to ponder.
A Letter From Crete
To whom it may concern. This is a letter from me to you.
In Whom Shall We Trust? part three
In whom do you trust? It’s a skillful question. If you were to ask that of a friend or partner, what would she or he say?
In Whom Shall We Trust? part two
From our perspective, the Fundamental Triad is quite simply awful news. What is “our” perspective?
In Whom Shall We Trust?
While “A letter from Crete” is still in the pipeline, I want to share a recent experience in Tennessee where I was stuck on the I-75 freeway for one hour.