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As you can see, I have almost completely given up blogging. The reason is simple: I loved blogging so much that I almost stopped working on my books, because books require long patience, private discipline, and a willingness to operate in great imaginative spaces. Blogging, on the other hand, is immediate, addictive, and intoxicating. It’s a contact sport. The way I practiced it was almost more essay and commentary than traditional blogging, and I think I was very good at it.
I have put the old archives up because they show my thinking at its most unmediated. They also show me responding to events in the world and my life – Katrina, the political events of the last decade, the untimely death of a dog, my writing, and a host of lesser and greater issues. They are a documenting of the times.
Read a few. See how they strike you. Perhaps you will find yourself among those readers who wish I would give up writing books and go back to blogging. Perhaps you will be among those who are relieved that I don’t.
Either way, thanks for engaging in this bit of literary spelunking.
I am going to make a prediction: I do not think we are going to see violence in the streets
These are difficult times. We miss human contact and get by as best we can. Teachers, especially, are struggling to
Thank you all who responded to my note about the closing out of our supply of Dancing with the Gods,
I am offering signed copies of what will soon be a Collector's Edition of a book I dearly love --
I have never been much for celebrating my birthday, close as it is to my least favorite American holiday, the
Trump is a fool and a clown and not worthy of our time except for the way he has poisoned
My son, Nik Nerburn, spent six weeks living in Worthington, Minnesota, doing a project for the Southwest Minnesota Housing Partnership.
Chuang Tzu counseled us to keep an eye to both the great and the small. In these days it is
I’ve been trying to find a value bigger than our poisonous political situation to use for measuring my day. It’s
A short bit of advice for those who are casting about during this crisis. There are rare times when something
I have been reflecting on the outpouring of grief over Elizabeth Warren’s withdrawal, and I think I have some measure
"Lizzie, we hardly knew ya" What a sad refrain. She splits the difference and is better than either Bernie or
I was so excited. All our friends and family were coming over for dinner. It was going to be so
Well, Bernie folks, your boy’s on a roll, and, if truth be told, I’m scared. Not because I disagree with
Several weeks ago I asked my several thousand Facebook followers -- most of whom are on the left, some of
Christmas has become the most difficult holiday. Like most of our holidays in post-Christian America, it has become detached from
Sometimes you publish a book because you love its heart, not because of its public face. Native Echoes has always
I am sitting at the Jaipur literary festival here in Boulder, Colorado, watching the fascinating parade of humanity pass by.
I woke up this morning to the bracing air and clear-edged light of the Rockies. Ever since I was a
Kent Nerburn Kent Nerburn is an American author widely known for his insights into Native American culture. His trilogy Neither