Opinion: The Pursuit of Happiness and the reasons why two men will become homeless
Walking. Pedaling bikes. In sagging cars with backseats packed and stuffed with clothes, cans of food, anything, everything.

Walking. Pedaling bikes. In sagging cars with backseats packed and stuffed with clothes, cans of food, anything, everything.

I first met Thich Nhat Hahn some 20 years ago; someone gave me a book of his. I'd never read anything like it before.

Not long ago, my good friend goes into the auto parts store, looking for a new catalytic converter, when this guy walks in. White. Twenty-something. Shaky, with an unstable energy that says to the world: danger.
Perhaps we're wrong.

Twelve months ago, a group of 200 of us began a sort of liturgical and social experiment: We spent a year reading Martin Luther King Jr.

Is this the year our Confederate statue finally comes down?

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When my wife was pregnant with our two children I felt many things: elation, trepidation, awe.

Let's look back at Thursday.

He was 17. A child, essentially.
