Observatory for Ideas on the Edge
A final farewell to my father. On a Fall afternoon standing in the alfalfa field on our farm near Buckeye, Arizona circa 1977, my father helped me build a kite. Using only newspaper, a yardstick, … View
Can addictions cloud our inner observer? We are creatures of accumulation—of habits, objects, labels, ideas. But every addiction reshapes the lens through which we see ourselves. Addiction isn’t only chemical; it’s the constant pull toward … View