This morning, as the sun crested the small rise to the East, I was out in my garden picking the last of the blueberries.   The day was going...

So here's a thought, one that I've not seen pitched out in the bizjournals or propagated by the business-oblivious American Left. As...

Nos Nunquam Movere , or so our informal family motto goes.  We Never Move . This was not always the case. As a Foreign Service brat, I moved...

It's been just under two years since Dad passed away, and I'm still wearing his old Timex. I took it off his cool lifeless wrist on ...

I was sitting at table with a group of fellow Presbyterians, where they were pitching out their reactions and thoughts around my recent book...