Of Towers and Tables: What We Build Says Everything
There were towers in the city. Concrete towers. Glass towers. Towers that rose like teeth from the earth, biting at the sky. Some of them were crooked,…
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The Weight of a Day Given
There are many who give money and many more who wish they could. And there is nothing wrong with that. You give what you have, and if…
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I Swear I Didn’t Agree to Be the Idea Incubator
There are moments when I read a book and feel as though the author is personally haunting me through time. That’s how I felt with The Handmaid’s Tale.…
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The Universe Probably Thinks I’m an Idiot: Notes from a Quantumly Entangled Nobody
I’ve been accused of overthinking things. Like, a lot. My friend says that when I stare at a jar of pickles too long, it looks like I’m about…
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The Vanishing Volunteer: What Happened to Showing Up for Each Other?
Somewhere between the endless scroll of our overly-curated lives and the tightening squeeze of economic survival, the spirit of volunteerism has quietly withered. Fewer people show up…
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If You’re Not Changing It, You’re Choosing It
Let me tell you about the time I lived with a raccoon. Not officially, of course. I didn’t sign a lease with one or agree to split…
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Building Brand Communities: How Organizations Succeed by Creating Belonging – By Carrie Melissa Jones, Charles H. Vogl, and Caroline Miller
Our modern marketplaces are flooded with flashy ads and empty slogans, and the idea of a “brand community” can sometimes sound like marketing speak disguised as something…
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The Elevation of Solidarity Above Charity
Charity has its place. When someone’s in real trouble; when the rent’s past due, or the fridge is empty, or there’s a medical bill hanging over their…
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Radical Neighboring: Or, How I Accidentally Joined a Cult of Kindness
Let me just start by saying, I am not what you would call a “neighborly” person. My general policy toward the people living on either side of…
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The Painting of My Life (Now with Extra Beige)
I once had a therapist (I’ll call him Stuart, because that was his name) who told me that life is like a painting. “It’s your canvas,” he…