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On Becoming Sheepdogs, a Modern Fable
Posted on June 13, 2020 | 1 CommentEmail0Facebook1Twitter0Reddit0X Linkedin0 Stumbleupon0 AVAILABLE ON PODCAST Anchor.fm Spotify iTunes In the wake of recent events regarding the tragic death of George Floyd and the ensuing protests, this letter seems […]
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Are We Killing the Fat Man? The Corona Trolley Dilemma
Posted on April 18, 2020 | 14 CommentsEmail3Facebook4Twitter1Reddit2X Linkedin0 Stumbleupon0 AVAILABLE ON PODCAST SPOTIFY ITUNES ANCHOR.FM THE TROLLEY PROBLEM The Trolley thought experiment, first put forth by the philosopher Philippa Foot, pits two schools of moral thought […]
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For the Class of 2020 During the Pandemic, a Poem and a Mother’s Wish
Posted on March 23, 2020 | 4 CommentsEmail2Facebook4Twitter0Reddit2X Linkedin0 Stumbleupon0 AVAILABLE ON PODCAST Spotify Anchor.fm iTunes Today’s letter is for high school seniors, for my son and his classmates, for my friends’ children, for Andrew and for […]
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A Remedy Much Desired – Suicide & Three Poems by Max Ehrmann
Posted on June 13, 2018 | No CommentsEmail0Facebook0Twitter0Reddit0X Linkedin0 Stumbleupon0 Fun, colorful, classic. The first two clash with the third, because when we think of classic, especially in fashion, we think modest, elegant, subdued. Designer Kate Spade made […] -
Things Desired – Desiderata by Max Ehrmann
Posted on April 9, 2018 | 2 CommentsEmail0Facebook4Twitter0Reddit0X Linkedin0 Stumbleupon0 April is National Poetry Month, which makes sense. If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?* And here is spring, eluded and long postponed by wintry flurries […]