Monthly Archives: December 2017

Vicki and I just returned from watching The Greatest Showman. We were immensely entertained. No assaults. No rapes. No torture. No murder. No spaceships. No superheroes. No explosions. I’m afraid it

The life of Leonardo da Vinci offers a wealth of life lessons. Here are some, most of which are taken verbatim from Walter Isaacson’s biography: Be curious. Being relentlessly curious

With all the hoopla associated with Christmas, family gone, leftovers eaten, wrapping paper and cardboard boxes in the dumpster, decorations down, and the artificial tree stored (artificial trees outsold natural

If you enjoy challenging yourself with New Year Resolutions contemplate these five questions: Assuming you had a billion dollars how would you use it? Assuming you had all the time

The Christmas Spirit doesn’t change things. It changes the way we look at things.Instead of appearing when we ask for it, or when we expect it or when we pray

Almost all of us, at one time or another, have had a fleeting experience of ecstatic joy. A measure of music, the look of a child, a recalled memory, a 

Thinking begins with listening to ideas from all viewpoints. The challenge for me is this: When I hear  thoughts that conflict with mine I have a tendency to get angry instead

A few days ago I wrote about finding a name for our four-person reading group. Initially I decided to call us the 4-winds after the four characters–mole, rat, badger and

I am trying to think a name for our reading group. Sort of like the Inklings, an informal discussion group that included C. S. Lewis, J. R. R. Tolkien and

Two articles well worth reading in the December 11, 2017 Sports Illustrated honor Houstonians J. J. Watt and Jose Altuve as Sportspersons of the Year. For those who took an

I just received an interesting question on medication vs. management skills for college students. When do students deserve medication for stress and when would students benefit from management skills training?

This morning became the happiest day of the year when Vicki told me that we would be alone for Christmas. Wende and family were going to his parents in Derry,