Fear : How we live in this world
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I am seventy years old. This happened suddenly. No, really. Continue Reading
How we are raised: The consequences
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There is a certain beauty in getting older; you remember things clearly, things you thought you had buried or forgotten deep in your childhood. Continue Reading
My God problem
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Reading the Huffington Post on January 21st, I learned that Oxfam’s “Working For The Few” report looked at Credit Suisse’s “Global Wealth Report 2013” and Forbes’ list of the wo Continue Reading
Reinventing the wheel
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January, around 1982: We were explaining that our program for students who were disruptive would not become an all white program. Continue Reading
Hypocrisy in Minneapolis: When push comes to not getting mine
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Sometimes you just have a bad week. Or a bad month. Or a year that was so-so. And if you are white these times are usually not connected to being white. They are just what they are. Continue Reading
Who is left behind
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After seeing 12 Years A Slave a few nights ago, I was struck again, by the untold stories of those who are left behind. Continue Reading
Learning by losing: Library memory
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I’ve never forgiven Hilda Ecklund who competed against me in 1955 in the Woodbridge, Connecticut Library bookworm contest. Continue Reading
Living in Dickens country
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“’NOW, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts: nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir!’” [Opening paragraph to Hard Times by Charles Dickens.] Continue Reading
As school begins
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My grandson, Harry, wanted to be Robin, of the Batman and Robin duo for Halloween when I saw him at the beginning of August. Continue Reading
What passes for beauty
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Riding the subway from Brooklyn to Manhattan a few weeks ago I became fascinated by the variety of the human form. There were the usual clean cut men in well fitting suits reading the paper on their iPads. There were young men in tee shirts, their arms and necks mapped with tattoos, who jumped off the car at Jay Street, skate boards under their arms. Continue Reading