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Root For The Home Team
A team is from somewhere. Owners sell, players leave, but the place and the fans make up the fabric of the team.
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Holden Caulfield and the Ducks of Central Park
Holden Caulfield, the 16-year-old “hero” of The Catcher in the Rye, goes to the park mentally or physically on seven separate occasions in the course of the relatively short novel.
A Formidable Formative Institution – The Fair Marches On
You have to cut through the glitzy, loud elements—the carnival rides and the tractor pulls and the cotton candy—to see the heart of the fair...
Friendship and its Paradoxes
Friendship is a fulfillment of our nature: the recognition that loving another for their own sake is, paradoxically, itself essential to our own flourishing.
Helping Narcissists Regain Solid Ground
For most people, that’s where their focus on their image ends—they’ve made themselves presentable. But for some, that morning routine was only the beginning.
How One Group Is Disrupting Isolation With Reading
Impressed by this unusual way of cultivating community in a city—NYC, that is—known for its “alone together” anonymity, I decided to reach out
The Family Barber
A person cannot multitask while performing it; instead, all else disappears, and only the person for whom one is caring in this physical way remains the focus for several minutes
The Ghost Cricket Orchestra
If we are willing to listen, we might be able to learn what we are listening for. Not just a deeper connection to our humanity, or a meditative appreciation of existence, as…
Lovely, Dark, and Deep
The one observation on which all the Brothers focused with most interest, though, was what I might describe as the words beyond words. These poems are not just about a stone in…
The Other Cancel Culture
Perhaps most importantly, however, we need to return to encouraging each other to keep commitments,
Cleaning an Empty Home
There is not a lot of time for sentimentality when you’re in the final week of madly preparing to list your empty, but very much “lived-in,” house
Places That Remember Themselves: The Erosion of Memory in an Unmoored World
There are still places that remember themselves. Whose inhabitants know them intimately and love them deeply.
It Wouldn’t Be Lent Without a Bar Jester Chronicle
anyone sharing my Germanic inclinations—pecca fortitor!—is likely to embark upon the challenge.
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