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We’ve lost a handful of visionary writers in recent months and years: Mary Oliver, Wendell Berry, and Annie Dillard come to mind for me, among others. These are people who not only inspired me as a writer in my formative years but who also shaped my moral imagination. In each case, learning about their deaths…

When I first started meditating, I was anxious and fidgety. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I’m truly astounded that I didn’t quit, since I was 17 at the time and had quit all sorts of things in those days—and they were mostly things that were good for me. Things that weren’t good…

Halfway through my daily walk in the park, I usually stop at a little café, near a playground I used to play in as a child. Recently, I was sitting with a warm cup of coffee when I noticed a little girl in bright rubber boots stepping in and out of a muddy puddle.