This article is adapted from a talk given by Nicholas Sailer on January 29th, 2016. You can view the talk here.
I’m starting to hate my life, not…
Written on December 31st, 2014
As part of A Story Each Day
The mountain in the distance beckons him with its presence. It calls out, in a low and hidden…
My children and grandchildren come to my house to visit me. They smile at me, and my wife smiles back. She asks the grandchildren to…
When I sit down at a Steinway, in front of an audience of a thousand people, some of whom have paid more than a hundred and fifty dollars to see me play, there are many…
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I can’t do this.”
You may have felt this sentiment at some point in your life, about any number of things…
The tree in the yard grew vibrantly, upward toward the sky. Its limbs stretched and reached brilliantly, as if to ask:
My wife and I keep a collection of some of the funniest things that our seven-year-old boy has said over the years.
I wade through the Christmas morning obstacle course, around the scattered toys and books and abandoned candy canes. I grab a crumpled ball of wrapping paper and stuff…
She’s working the evening shift. The shift that nobody else wanted to take: the Christmas Eve shift. Why? Because everyone else asked her to take it. And…
He uses Facebook, just like everyone else. He uses it to keep up with old friends and new friends. He uses it to post pictures, make…