By: Darren Banek on January 16, 2025
It was intended to be a fun afternoon trip for a young boy and his mom—a special time when just the two of them could go and explore. For many boys, exploring is at the top of the fun list. Sticks, rocks, and a pond full of frogs quickly pop into their minds. But this…
By: Jeremiah Gómez on January 16, 2025
I grew up on my grandparents’ tiny dirt farm of a ranch in Arizona. Most of life there was hard-fought, trying to cultivate and sustain life and growth in the desert. In many ways, fostering something verdant out of the caliche clay of Cochise County seemed an impossible task: fires, floods, competition with big ranchers…
By: Alex Mwaura on January 16, 2025
There is so much happening in the world we live in. We often seem to be moving from one level of information to another at a very rapid pace. With Artificial Intelligence, (AI) facts and information on the widest range of topics is right at our fingertips. Sometimes when I listen to a show on…
By: Betsy on January 16, 2025
I love books, their smell, their feel, and ordering them in categories. I love my library, which is in a wooden shed office in my garden overlooking the sheep that are scattered over the nearby field. The first hour of reading Adler’s and Van Doren’s book, ‘How to Read a Book’, was like being thumped…
By: Robert Radcliff on January 16, 2025
I’m from Iowa, so let me start with a parable about planting crops: One early spring day, a man didn’t know if he should plant corn or beans. So, he went to the village elder. He told the elder all of his thoughts on the weather, the heartiness of corn, the economy, and the price…
By: Rich on January 15, 2025
I studied mechanical engineering at Rice University. Dr. Pol Spanos taught my statics and dynamics classes. He was a brilliant engineer with a huge smile and an endearing Greek accent. I found the material quite difficult, yet he had a way of bringing joy to my state of impending failure. He gave me two quotes…
By: Joff Williams on January 14, 2025
After riding bicycles through the Piney Woods of East Texas, my friend Justin commented on a popular maxim. “You know how they say ‘time is money?'” he asks, sweaty helmet in hand. “I think we have it the wrong way around. Time isn’t money. Money is time.” What he described that day has remained with…
