We no longer believe, as we did 250 years ago, that the mentally ill are animals, but we are not yet ready to grant that they are fully human either..

When the uniqueness of a place sings to us like a melody, then we will know, at last, what it means to be home.

We say that one gets cancer, or a cold, or kidney disease. One would never think to say that one is cancer. But we say that one is depressed, or bi….

It is one thing to decry the rat race...that is the good and honorable work of moralists. It is quite another thing to quit the rat race, to drop out….

The same people in the Congress who are busy kicking holes in the social safety net are also those who would sell off the nation's forests for a song….