OLD BOOKS, Part II: Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered, by E. F. Schumacher

Confession: I have never studied economics—until now.  E. F. Schumacher’s Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered (1973) ought to be a required text, not just for those studying economics, but for students of all disciplines, teachers, ecologists, politicians and policy makers, religious leaders, laypeople, and basically anyone who cares about humans and life on this… Continue reading OLD BOOKS, Part II: Small Is Beautiful: Economics as if People Mattered, by E. F. Schumacher

OLD BOOKS, Part I: The Captive Mind, by Czeslaw Milosz

(Vintage, Reissue Edition, 1990) This book, written by Polish exile and poet Czeslaw Milosz in 1953, illustrates how the pressures of living in a totalitarian state cause people—even intelligent, thoughtful people—either to abandon their core beliefs and fall into line or to rebel (and therefore suffer and/or die in the state’s hands). Many who read… Continue reading OLD BOOKS, Part I: The Captive Mind, by Czeslaw Milosz

Something Wildly More

One of my favorite writers, Marilynne Robinson, once said in an interview with Bill Moyers that human beings “exist wildly in excess of any sort of survival mode that could be posited for them.” She said that if you use animal behavior as a model or correlation to human behavior, “you’ve simply excluded everything that… Continue reading Something Wildly More

Piles (or What I’m Reading)

I don’t know many writers who only read one book at a time. (If you are one who does, I’d be fascinated to make your acquaintance and would try to question you about the reasoning behind your reading practice without making you feel as if you were a specimen under a microscope.) I have piles,… Continue reading Piles (or What I’m Reading)

I Didn’t Want To Be That White Woman

They saw me leave the house. The two boys looked to be about fourteen years old. They had already passed my house and were walking down the middle of the street as I climbed into my car to pick up my kids from school. Something inside told me to wait a few minutes and watch.… Continue reading I Didn’t Want To Be That White Woman