From as far back as I can remember, I have identified with the underdogs. Growing up, I loved the Pittsburgh Pirates (baseball). They were bad, and that made me like them all the more. It is a running joke that... Continue Reading →
I was raised Catholic in America by English parents. I grew up, went to college, wandered off on my own. Years later, I was practicing walking meditation at a Buddhist monastery that turned out to be thronged by lapsed Catholics.... Continue Reading →