Category Archives: Humility

A Path to Serenity

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn     My stumbling block in early life was that I didn’t like living with questions.  Not at all.  In my world answers were the thing.  Whether they were right or not was, to me, not the most important thing.  What counted was that I had an answer to every question. All that changed one night in 1985 while sharing a … Continue reading A Path to Serenity »

A Mutt Named America

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn   The recent public conversation on immigrants and immigration has had a tearing effect on the American psyche.  It seems for many Americans the memory of how we came to be American people has been forgotten.  For most of us, America is not our native land.  We, too, are foreigners, descended of refugees from an earlier time.  Many of our ancestors … Continue reading A Mutt Named America »

Tending to Your Own Business

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn Forty years ago I met a “good one”: an old gentleman who ran a shoeshine stand in the Eastern Airlines Shuttle Terminal at LaGuardia Airport.  I was never sure of his name but most people called him Pete. At the time the hourly shuttle between New York, Boston and Washington was among the busiest in the nation. Everyone was guaranteed a … Continue reading Tending to Your Own Business »

When Doubt is an Ally

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn “Doubt grows with knowledge.”  ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Today we hear many voices speak with the ring of dogmatic certainty, where the ugliest of ugly thoughts are hurled out to every time zone.  I find myself asking, how can so many be so sure of so much? Socrates once observed, “I know that I don’t know.  But you don’t know what … Continue reading When Doubt is an Ally »

Good Morning

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn Recently I had a fitful night of worry, tossing and turning, my thoughts uncontrollably circulating downward.  The impending move to the Pacific Northwest had me anxious.  It was two o’clock in the morning and I found myself counting all the things that could go wrong.  I thought, it’s one thing to have moved to Chicago at age 22, quite another to … Continue reading Good Morning »