“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, ‘That you are here–that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.’ What will your verse be?” (Dead Poets Society, 1989)
Honest Stories
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The magic of 40: old soul, old friends and ‘old people love’
Read more: The magic of 40: old soul, old friends and ‘old people love’2025, my human age finally caught up with my soul age slow dancing to midlife lessons of grief and grace, rupture and repair, and the marriage myth.
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Freefalling: The dark night rises
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Between Sorrow and Shalom; Forty and Fresh start in-transit
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2024: The year accepting defeat, the year everything changed
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Thirty-nine: The life of small things
Read more: Thirty-nine: The life of small thingsGetting out of the social milestone race and run your own. Redefining big. Finding your voice again. Even if it’s different, or more so if it is. This is 39.
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