To break the ice, Mr. Mulcahy guided us to point out the deeper philosophical question in this topic: responsibility. We talked about who and what we were responsible for after we have seen violent images. Students shared...
Child development, she says, is “more like a metamorphosis, like caterpillars becoming butterflies, than like simple growth—though it may seem that children are the vibrant, wandering butterflies who transform into caterpillars inching along the grown-up path.” It would be wonderful if we could...
and your children illegitimate – the slightest spark of gratitude in you would acknowledge what you owe to her since you left her, in so many ways that I cannot write of. Her conduct has been noble since the separation – I am very far from being the only one who thinks this...
Petrarch looked backward and forward at the same time. One of his modern elements is his personal, subjective, and individualistic character of his writings. He always talked about himself. This feature reached its climax when Montaigne stated that his own self was the chief subject matter of hi...
48. And an important visionary who died in 1955, a Jesuit who was silenced by the church during his later lifetime, but whose work has become more popular in intellectual seminaries, Teilhard de Chardin, extended Verdadsky’s ideas—what if our own era is turning evolution beyond the materi...
Does anyone have thoughts about how best to format conference presentations? Better yet, does anyone know whether survey data on this question exists? Good questions. Personally, I think the right answer is to do what works for you. Some people can give a killer PowerPoint presentatio...
Great question, and I am curious to hear how readers answer, particularly those of you who match the OP's description. If you're shy and timid, have you found yourself 'suitable' for the profession? Have you been able to flourish? If so, how? Did you have to work to overcome your ...
there were newspaper reporters and photographers who said "would you mind" and "if you could just"; and back in his home town there were old ladies, the rims of whose eyes grew red as they talked to him, and girls who hadn't remembered him so well since his father's business went ...
nothing special about it. You can see… The cabin is gone. They’ve reconstructed a sort of scale model, but the site of the cabin is now just some stones and a marker. But people go there. It’s a pilgrimage site, and I’ve talked to locals who feel basically like, “You don’...
In it she found many faint reflections of the man who wrote it—the mingled sweetness and sadness in his dark eyes, the furtive, restless excitement she felt sometimes when he talked to her, his dreamy sensuousness that lulled her mind to sleep. Lois was nineteen and very romantic and ...