An Hour A Day

I spent yesterday at a junior gymnastics meet, the southern sectionals for the state of Oregon, in Coos Bay. Well, much of the day wasn...

I've decided that I have to coin a new word for the former student/current friend I'm visiting here in Oregon. She's not a worka...

Sometimes life offers up unexpected sweetness. Twenty years ago I was a brand-new assistant professor in the philosophy department at CU, ...

I write this from a computer set in an alcove tucked up against a lace-curtained bay window in the circa-1920 house of my dear children'...

Greetings from Evanston, Illinois, where I am spending a deliciously decadent weekend with the Red Auto Girls.  Who, you may ask, are the Re...

Today is Halloween, of course, and it's a day when many loved ones back East are struggling with the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. But i...

Yesterday as I walking across campus after teaching a quite excellent class on Little House on the Prairie to my quite excellent students w...