This week Betty Friedan’s 1963 book, The Feminine Mystique, has been getting a lot of air-time. No particular reason like an anniversary although there is a new book out, A Strange Stirring, by Stephanie Coontz. I was intrigued when Robert … Continue reading →
And one more for good measure: Some left over bones Swimming in my big stock pot Good soup for dinner. I spent my lunch hour in the food court writing haiku for the silliness class. This week’s theme was “bones” … Continue reading →
From a trip to Shelburne Museum late September 2001:
Naomi reminds me that today is Tolkien’s birthday, so here’s a big thank you to the man who gave us so much to read and think about. Last March I posted this, and since it has been in my brain … Continue reading →
“I’m a little taken aback by anyone calling himself an artist because of my feeling that that’s the kind of designation that other people should give. You can be an artist in any field, but getting a degree to call … Continue reading →
It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.
