Neurosarcoidosis, This Writer’s Life1 month agoNumbness & Pain: My Journey with Neurosarcoidosis…So FarMy wife stabbed me in the butt with a knife. Stabbed might be an exaggeration. It was more of a poke. No blood. I…
General7 months agoThe Best People Chorus on a Singular Stable Genius: A Warning in Their Own Words ((I compiled these quotes from Joint Chiefs, Cabinet members, Ambassadors, Lawyers, Senior staff members and just reordered them. I don’t think any of…
Glocal, Where Am I Giving?2 years agoHuman Rights Day at Indiana StateI bet you can’t name all 25 articles of the UN’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights. I bet you didn’t even know that there…
Rural Life2 years agoNatural Causes & the Death of MarvHenMarvHen was the last of our original chickens. And while the chickens we’ve added alongside her received names from our kids, I don’t remember…
Mad World, This Writer’s Life2 years agoFox BusinessI was wearing a suit, and no one was getting married. No one had died. I felt like I was going to my own…
Regenerative agriculture, Rural Life, This Writer’s Life2 years agoLocal BusinessThe Rings My friends Dave and Sara Ring own and operate an organic grocery store in my hometown of Muncie, Indiana. I wrote about…
Regen Book, Regenerative agriculture, Rural Life, storytelling, Travel2 years agoStaying in it(Cliff playing a song for Enemias) When I was in Colombia learning from the Arhuaco about their relationship with nature, my friend Cliff accompanied…
Where Am I Giving?2 years agoChange Starts with a $6 Soccer BallThe World Cup is underway, so I thought I would share a few soccer stories from around the world from my reporting involving the…
Climate Change, Regenerative agriculture, Rural Life2 years agoWhat is land worth?Winter is almost here and the field beyond the auction sign looks like a desert. Corn stalks as tumbleweeds. Lifeless soil, dusty as sand.…
Mad World, Travel, Where Am I Giving?2 years agoUgly Truth, Beautiful Game(These ladies in Mumbai showed me how they played the beautiful game) In Indiana, when I was a kid, we had wooden goal posts…