In the English Lake District I found companionship in nature, not a cure.

When my father got cancer, we prayed desperately. No answer came. Or did it?

Sourdough microbakeries are strengthening local neighborhood bonds one loaf at a time, though it’s not always as delightful as it looks on Instagram.

By depicting quotidian scenes of workers, neighbors, and strangers at heroic scale, photorealism invites us to reconsider what’s worthy of attention.

You may not be able to eat your way to immortality or manliness, but food is something we can make and enjoy together.

Wait, is that a mote, speck, splinter, or sawdust in your eye? A Swiss mystic learns to get past the obvious faults in others.