The Last Private Thing We Own
By now, most of us have accepted the quiet absurdity of our days: we speak to glowing rectangles, sleep beside them, wake to their alarms, carry them…
September 26, 2026
The Organization Is the Grant Proposal
September 25, 2026
The Cultivation of Discernment
September 20, 2026
At This Point, Prepping Means Community Building
September 13, 2026
The Diary of Anne …
September 10, 2026
Creditism Wasn’t the Mistake. Centralizing Credit Was.
September 9, 2026
Relational Wealth; How Wealthy Are You?
August 30, 2026
The Road to Perdition
August 30, 2026
Are You Compassionate?
September 26, 2026
The Organization Is the Grant Proposal
September 25, 2026
The Cultivation of Discernment
September 20, 2026
At This Point, Prepping Means Community Building
September 13, 2026
The Diary of Anne …
September 10, 2026
Creditism Wasn’t the Mistake. Centralizing Credit Was.
September 9, 2026
Relational Wealth; How Wealthy Are You?
August 30, 2026
The Road to Perdition
August 30, 2026
Are You Compassionate?
By now, most of us have accepted the quiet absurdity of our days: we speak to glowing rectangles, sleep beside them, wake to their alarms, carry them…
There was a time when I thought gold-digging was a simple, well-defined sport, like tennis or synchronized swimming. You could spot the players easily: usually a young…
Step outside on a spring afternoon and crouch beside a crack in the sidewalk. Watch long enough and you’ll witness a miracle of coordination; an ant colony…
There are books that enter the public square with a quiet nudge, and there are books that kick the door wide open. G. Edward Griffin’s The Creature…
A Modern Kula Ring for Communities When I first heard about the Kula Ring, it sounded like the sort of invention that would only make sense if…
There was a time when the answer to nearly every human problem was money. Need a roof? Pay someone. Need food? Pay someone. Need to feel less…
I think that most of life’s disappointments can be traced back to someone saying one thing, meaning another, and doing precisely nothing. Maybe a friend promises to…
The kings are dead, but their castles remain. They hover above us, not in stone fortresses but in glass towers and on distant servers, humming with the…
The wind blew cold from the west and I sat in the coffee shop staring out the dusty pane at the people moving in their little blinks…
There were towers in the city. Concrete towers. Glass towers. Towers that rose like teeth from the earth, biting at the sky. Some of them were crooked,…