Once the world was perfect, and we were happy in that world. Then we took it for granted. Discontent began a small rumble in the earthly...

Put down that bag of potato chips, that white bread, that bottle of pop. Turn off that cellphone, computer, and remote control. Open the...

When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,...

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean — the one who has flung...