7/25/22 7/25/22

Introvert Incubation

A thoughtful essay from new M/U contributor Shane Combs on his struggles with introversion...as well as his ultimate appreciation of its gifts.

6/7/22 6/7/22

Expiration Fate

Questions from Peter Eckhardt about endings, death, and grief.

12/2/21 12/2/21

To Johnny

A pilgrimage to a poet becomes a saving grace

11/22/21 11/22/21

Dispatches: The Battering of November

November sucks, but we will survive - and more adventures lie ahead

11/1/21 11/1/21

This is Only for Bad Ghosts

Transcendental Dad: A little girl, some twigs, and a message from beyond

10/4/21 10/4/21

Becoming

My daughter has a posse and I'm not in it.

9/1/21 9/1/21

Flowers for Buddy

The butterfly who couldn't fly

7/1/21 7/1/21

The Protector

Our search for connection leads to a rocky memorial

6/1/21 6/1/21

A Peripheral Creature

Transcendental Dad: Mindfulness, the Broken Cat, and Unconditional Love

5/3/21 5/3/21

Tree of Long Life

In this month's Transcendental Dad column, we make one last visit to the oldest sugar maple

4/1/21 4/1/21

Ballad of the Spine Pig

This month's Transcendental Dad column offers us an Easter parable in the form of a dead porcupine and a painting

3/8/21 3/8/21

Dispatches from the Underground: The Parable of the Conflict Avoidance S*****

Dispatches are back.

3/2/21 3/2/21

March Reflection: It's a Minefield Out There!

What's in store this month?

3/1/21 3/1/21

The Garlic of Canceled Things

Nonsensical victory gardens and white pine angels

2/28/21 2/28/21

Blowin' in the Martian Wind

On capturing a tiny slice of red stardust

2/24/21 2/24/21

The Reset Button

She got a golden eagle, but all I got was a pigeon.

2/15/21 2/15/21

Covid Didn't Take My Dad

Ross Streitburger's stirring tribute to a full - and human - life lived

2/1/21 2/1/21

Lazy Brain Days

In the latest Transcendental Dad column, sometimes success is measured by letting go

1/28/21 1/28/21

Tangerine-Colored Quarantine

I caught myself dreaming last night.

9/2/20 9/2/20

The Shack Was Our First Home

We hung on every moment despite time not being a weight-bearing beam.