Deference to the physical superlative, a preference for the scent of our own clan: a thousand anachronisms dance down the strands of our DNA from a hidebound tribal past, guiding us toward the glories of survival, and some vainglories as well. If we resent being bound by these ropes, the best hope is to seize them out like snakes, by the throat, look them in the eye and own up to their venom.
— Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson
Barbara Kingsolver on the nature of prejudice
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It's not me, it's you
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…could we maybe not make it THAT overt?
During my junior high and high school years, my mother was a theater professor. Every spring, the department did a Shakespearean comedy. One year, it…
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The paradox of sewing
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