The Barbershop
The Second Leaving
Moms and dads know the feeling when a child first goes off to school. It’s the end of the happy chaos of raising children. But grandparents know that feeling too.
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Memento Vivere
If we cannot tell the difference between ourselves and machines, it may not be that the machines are “that good.” It may be that our lives are that bad.
In Memory of David Cayley
To me, his body of work for CBC Radio’s Ideas is the most remarkable sustained achievement in public intellectual life in the last half-century.
Ghosts of New Sweden
The ghosts of the Swedish colony of the Delaware still haunt placenames in the region.
The Pattern of Chechen Dance and the Cosmos It’s In
It's rare to have the opportunity to look at another person, especially a stranger.
Homo Sepeliendi and the Chechen Deportation
Before the deportation, Chechnya belonged, in a significant sense, to the old world.
Or We Could Leave our Bank Card for a Stranger
The surveillance state is meant to be like God: all seeing, all knowing. An essential third attribute—all loving—seems to have never been considered.
On Warren Farha, Cultural Renewal, and the (Too Few) Bookish Places Where They Happen
I cannot imagine a better metaphor for, and a better invitation to, the forming and renewing of cultural connections and communities than bookish places.
Where is Everybody? Lao Tzu’s Response to Fermi’s Paradox
What if our galactic neighbors have never come for a visit because they simply feel quite at home in their little corner of the universe?
Sundays for the Young Son of a Theologically Conservative Pastor
My father was the pastor, and he was not above reprimanding his children from the pulpit if we didn’t sit very quietly.
Healthy Birds Leave the Nest
We didn’t raise our children to keep them for ourselves. We raised them to go make a home, to share grace and love.
A Day (Un)Like Any Other Day
And then I noticed that she had a Children’s Hospital visitor sticker on her sweater and that, hardly before I finished my admonishment, she began to sob.
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