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In my last post ( In the absence of leisure, where is art? ), I reinforced the conceit that people who are "cultured" (i.e., read ...

In the second installment of its series on the shrinking middle class ( The Devalued American Worker , December 15, 2014), the Washington...

Forget what I said several years ago about liking country music . I finally persuaded E-girl to listen to it on the radio yesterday during a...

A row of tap shoes has made me hopeful about public education--specifically, a row of tap shoes outside a hallway, waiting for young dan...

Oh the things I planned to write this summer. I cut my workload in May and had several weeks where I had no obligations to anyone. Finally, ...

And so we ride along the streets, immersed in stories. Who knows what the other people sitting at the traffic light are listening to—talk ...

I'm finishing up one of my writing/editing contracts today, which should give me more time for creative writing. One necessary part o...

I try to imagine what it would be like if I were to write a blog post and then, a few minutes later, walk out to get the mail and find m...

A few weeks ago, I began to dip into the book, The Artist's Way . In case you don't know it, it's a 12-week workbook for crea...

"I don't want to be somebody's sweetheart—I want to be somebody!" Denise declares to Sam in the fourth episode of "Th...