Pride goeth before a fall, as any climber knows. But what about the other deadly sins that flesh is heir to?
It’s a quarter past four. No reason I can’t squeeze in six more runs.
By E. Annie Proulx
The latest from Epiphany Central: Humanity’s most productive vice requires not the least bit of effort.
By Tim Cahill
With a bit of luck, I, too can be stupid with the best of them.
By Ian Frazier
Gore-Tex, you say? I’ll take three.
By Bill McKibben
There but for my miserable, wretched fate I go.
By Garrison Keiller
Since we’re all hard-wired for l’amour feu, who am I to argue?
By Gretel Ehrlich
I don’t care who you hate, you pious Trustfarian. I’m doin’ the talking here.
By Bryan Di Salvatore