If Jonathan Swift ran for president…

Deborah Nucotola couldn't have come up with a better idea herself! A MODEST PROPOSAL  by Dr. Jonathan Swift, 1729 For preventing the children of poor people in Ireland, from being a burden on their parents or country, and for making them beneficial to the publick. It is a melancholy object to those, who walk through... Continue Reading →

Contagious Books

I’m fascinated by the way books have the power to shape us.  I say “have the power to” because clearly not all books succeed in this mission (or even want to.  Don’t think Danielle Steele ever wanted to change the world!)  But certain remarkable books sweep across a culture with tsunami force.  Some leave a... Continue Reading →

This is how to remember.

This is how to remember: square your shoulders, tell the truth.  Face it bravely.  Ask hard questions.  Ask lots of questions, why and how and who, what if.  Listen to the stories.  Put yourself in that position, ask yourself, what would I do?  How would I feel? This is how to remember: not just one... Continue Reading →

First Story

He is holding out on me. This thought, for a split second, seemed to me utterly improbable.  My friend, the gardener, had walked with me through fields of flower, knelt with me streamside and shown me mysteries of nature, picked with me bushels of fruit.  My trusted friend could not possibly be keeping secrets, could... Continue Reading →

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