On the second day on Utila Island, I meet our neighbor, Ken Nelson, a missionary with Legacy Mission International. Ken offers me a golf-cart tour into a barrio called Camponado. In literal minutes, we move from stunning beauty to staggering poverty. I’ve not seen a landscape like this since my National Guard deployment into the muddy wards of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina.

One of the magazines I read asks some of the thought leaders in my profession to write an essay about “How My Mind Has Changed.” I always read those essays. I love the idea of creative minds changing, and they jostle me to reflect on how my mind has changed.

The column about socialism and Venezuela generated a fair amount of response — all essentially in agreement except for one dissenting view. As is my custom and in the spirit that debate is int…

The vagus nerve, from the Latin for wanderer, has the same root word as vague and vagabond. But none of those names adequately describes the wide-ranging influences of this nerve on the way our bodies respond to stress.

My interest in public safety comes from the tragedies I’ve witnessed in my chaplain career. In death’s aftermath, I’ve offered comfort to those whose loved ones were accidentally struck, shot, suffocated, burned, poisoned, fallen or electrocuted.

The horticulture industry is, in a general sense, about plants. It’s so diverse, though, that you can’t know it all. It ranges from turf to ornamentals to edible crops. In the horticulture program at Trident Technical College, we teach everything, including propagation, irrigation, design and construction as well as identifying more than 400 plants.