A Big Ask
Do we invest any pride in the act of asking? Ask.
Do we invest any pride in the act of asking? Ask.
Returning to a book I first read nearly a decade ago made me think about how many times I truly had that last chance.
Of all the readers in the world with whom to bond over LOTR, I never expected one to be my teacher.
Hate, violence, abuse – these breed more of their own when left unchecked. I say this stops with me.
The pandemic confused our relationship with time. What does it mean to be mature? Do we fit into our generations?
I’ve been examining the concept of labels this week – why we need them, why I resist them so much. No denying labels play an important role in the human experience. For a lot of people they are shields. A name is a label & it’s the first building block…
LOTR came to me from the person who inducted me into the fellowship of readers.
I thought the activists who approached me wanted to heal the wounded. I was wrong. There’s no healing when there is hate.
What makes a person a good conversationalist?
Can we acknowledge fear as normal for a minute?