Life seems sometimes like nothing more than a series of losses, from beginning to end. That’s the given. How you respond to those losses, what you make of what’s left, that’s the part you have...

I am in awe of the perpetual tumult of the sea. I am moved by the still place on the horizon where the sky begins. I am stirred by the soaring and dipping fields that...

But when I say it isn’t meant for anyone’s eyes, I don’t mean it in the sense of one of those novel manuscripts people keep in a drawer, insisting they don’t care if anyone else...