In Defense of the Second-Hand Bookshop
There is a particular kind of afternoon that can only happen in a second-hand bookshop, and I worry we are letting it become extinct.
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There is a particular kind of afternoon that can only happen in a second-hand bookshop, and I worry we are letting it become extinct.
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Most leadership development focuses on what to say. The rarer skill — and the more useful one — is knowing how to stop talking long enough to hear what's actually happening.
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No institution in American life is more theologically rich, more fraught with social complexity, or more dependent on the green bean casserole than the church potluck.
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We tend to treat changing your mind as a sign of weakness. I've come to think the opposite is often true.
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A poem about the particular quality of summer evenings on the island — the light, the boats, the way time moves differently here.
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