The Infant in Chief

Trump, Kohut, and the Pathology of Grandiosity Every morning Lynda and I take our three Whippets for a walk around the block. The older two, Paddy (age 9) and Izzy (age 4) stroll alongside us, taking in the morning sunshine, a sniff here, a poop and a pee before arriving back at our front door. […]

The Train Home

My wife Lynda and I both enjoy writing poetry. Before I retired I traveled a great deal, sometimes away for weeks at a time. Some evenings we would share partially finished  work and invite the other to expand on, revise, or take the piece in an entirely new direction. It has been a while since […]

Go to Your Room… and grow up

I was born in 1951, six short years but a lifetime and then some after the end of the Second World War. As a child, the war seemed very distant to me yet shaped in rather dramatic fashion so much of my life in those early years. It is something of a curiosity to me […]

The God We Are Building: AI and the Architecture of Divine Wisdom

I am fascinated by artificial intelligence, as are most who have taken time to…what? Taken time to use it, work with it, partner with it, learn from it, confess our failures to it, share secrets with it, seek counsel from it, find a sympathetic pal in it, and maybe even find a substitute for God in it. A substitute, I might add, that more actively

How to Survive 118 Days Adrift in a Life Raft at Sea

I have just finished the book A Marriage at Sea by Sophie Elmhirst. The story is largely about Maurice and Maralyn Bailey’s failed voyage from the UK to New Zealand that became a brief media sensation in the early 1970s. As a young couple, Maurice and Maralyn decide they are bored with their tedious lives […]

A Box of Stories

With each move my wife and I have made over the past many decades (and there have been many), we attend to the rituals of sorting through what we should keep and what can be disposed of or passed along to children. My wife refers to these cleaning rituals as Swedish Death Cleaning so when […]

ONLY FOR A WHILE

How many times have we heard the apocryphal tale of the man lying on his death bed whose lament exposes the irony of what we believe and how we live? “If only I had spent more time at work”?

Winter Weary

Nature is extravagant but frugal, often demanding a long wait for a brief spectacle.

I Am My Memory

Memory become so dense, so weighty, so powerful, so consequential and vast, one can’t help but wonder what kind of vessel could possibly contain, never mind manage, such massive amounts of data.

Mere Encounters

The entire exchange can be measured in seconds but elevates my mood simply because the interaction lifted us both to a more pleasant state if only momentarily.