We are confronted with a highly dysfunctional world, and we must not only make sense of it, but also find those shreds of hope that make each day new. I first started writing seriously in college at Wichita State University, choosing journalism for its promise of a weekly paycheck to calm those family members with a blue-collar orientation to life. After more than 30 years of seeing the incongruities of the world, I left daily journalism for the extended form that a specialty weekly could offer, and, in turn, retur more...
