You were born into an unforgiving world. Harsh and cruel. I wasn’t aware of your existence. Remote. A treasure waiting to be discovered. Delicate petals emerged to embrace the fleeting sun, kissed by the morning dew. The trail through the pass was steep. …

I was recently followed by Jean Knudsen. Hopefully, he read something I wrote and found it to be insightful or at least amusing. Ironically the first article of his that I read was on reciprocity which sparked an internal debate. …

You sat among the tall grasses under the maple trees. The mid-summer afternoon sun was still pressing but you were immersed in silent contemplative perfection. I didn’t notice you at first. The trail that led along the edge of the ridge was usually devoid of people. Occasionally, a groundhog, rabbit…

I sat under the palm tree until night fell. I wanted to tell you, but how could I? You would be so ashamed of me, so angry…I can barely breathe. You must hate me, my love. I am so terribly sorry. I meant to follow the rule. Paradise is lost…

It’s not every day that one of the wealthiest people on the planet makes an offer to eradicate a global social ill. …

Last leaves rustle defiantly on outstretched limbs. Those who remain ponder the road ahead. Who will be next? Will I be reunited? The Earth beckons gently, come lie down and take refuge. Let me take you in and cover you with my warmth. Your long slumber awaits. The west wind…

(of course you are, you just might not know it) During the Jewish High Holiday season one year (a time of reflection and introspection), I was attending religious services and became bored with the litany of prayers…I usually skip ahead or read some of the insights posted in the margins. …