It's a word that's constantly on the lips of every rider interviewed, every coach and trainer, every commentator on the television c...

I notice that I have been writing more about art than about the Buddha and his teachings in recent days. It's an old habit, and I'm...

... the roses thrive on the sunlight, despite the heat... ... the eucalyptus sheds its skin--and leaves!--and scatters them everywhere. Wha...

It's a good thing that Buddhists aren't Muslims, at least not those of the fundamentalist variety. Otherwise the giant Buddha image...

Thanks to those who responded to my "mea culpa" yesterday. Thailandchani raised this troubling question: "Can someone from a...

Writing yesterday about my visit to the Claremont Graduate School and my talk with art students there, I omitted mention of one notable exhi...

Last night, Saturday, Ellie and I indulged in an evening of arias from grand opera at the Laguna Beach "Pageant of the Masters" ou...

Lord, my God, who am I that You should forsake me? The Child of your Love — and now become as the most hated one — the one — You have thrown...

I’m not easily incensed by the abuse of religious symbols, honestly, but this picture on the front page of yesterday’s New York Times and th...