Coherence and the cost of its absence

Coherence and the cost of its absence

Yesterday, at the memorial service of a long-standing family friend, Pam Wescott, many spoke concretely of how her life made theirs more meaningful: her daily courage amid great physical discomfort, the care with which she listened to their ordinary life stories, and...
When Certainty fails, Discernment is Strategy

When Certainty fails, Discernment is Strategy

Sometimes I feel tired. Tired of the relentless decisions required when the future is opaque, no answer is obvious, and the situation is too complex to “think through” in any linear way. This is the season for annual business plans: the ritual of declaring a...
When did you stop trusting yourself?

When did you stop trusting yourself?

I resisted writing this. Even now it feels disloyal; it feels like stepping out of line. There is no single incident, no scandal, no dramatic rupture. What I am trying to describe is quieter: a long pattern, and the way I accommodated it for peace in the moment,...
No Santa Claus?

No Santa Claus?

In this season of good cheer, I share a gentle reminder. Eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The work of veteran newsman...