
Philosophy
A Morning of Unexpected Discoveries
Last Saturday I woke up to a lovely view from our apartment of the Olympic Mountains, their peaks covered in

Last Saturday I woke up to a lovely view from our apartment of the Olympic Mountains, their peaks covered in

In the last post I wrote about the Denny Party, they had reached Portland, Oregon, in late August 1851, after

In past Octobers, I’ve written about haunting books—which I define as stories that linger after I have finished the story.