Years ago, we made a batch of African Peanut Soup and served it up to our dinner guests, a young couple we were trying to fix up. We all heroically made our way through the muddy brown gunk in our bowls. We all pretended to like it (my husband, bless him, probably actually did) but eventually someone — and I’m pretty sure it was Kevin Miller — spoke the truth.
A woman building a ballet slipper business, who caught the attention of American Idol’s Randy Jackson.
A senior with an astonishingly large collection of moose figurines.
A musician creating a ministry of music for those who are dying and the people who love them.
In Mexico, where we were when we received the news of my brother-in-law Doug’s tragic and incredibly premature passing, there are underground systems of tunnels that include deep pools of green water called cenotes.
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There will be no more professional writers in the future. That was the headline for a Globe and Mail story last week, mainly about how free content, e-books and self-publishing are making it almost impossible for authors to make a living. You can read it here.
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I finally had the opportunity, and took the chunk of time required, to read Anne Marie Slaughter’s controversial article Why Women Still Can’t Have it All, published in Atlantic Magazine (July/Aug).
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