Joy bursts from a neo-being . . .the child hangs on the parent’s last breath silently hoping for wisdom

Raymond J. Culler, my father, gave me my first pocketknife when I was 11 years old. He said that his father told him at...

Are Owl’s wise? Sure an owl can snatch a nervous mouse running across a wheatfield on a moondark night, but are they wise? What is wisdom anyway?

A New York management consultant was feeling lost. He didn’t understand life anymore. He could no longer speak with...