The Seven Magic Words

I’m a bit of a brain junky.   For years I’ve been fascinated by this gray hulk that sits inside the skull—about the size of a grapefruit—three pounds on average.  I don’t get how it works—and what happens when it doesn’t work.  Think about it.  We human beings are forced to rely on information that . . . → Read More: The Seven Magic Words

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Three Gates of Gold

In 9th grade Marge Engebretson was my English teacher at Cass Lake High School. My family had just moved there from the Iron Range the year before, and I was feeling more than a little lost.  Marge was a lovely woman who spoke with a slight German accent.  Her family had immigrated when she . . . → Read More: Three Gates of Gold

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We are All Related (really)

This morning I was doing my morning pages (three a day) and having some fun with the big picture of why people make war. I know that sounds like a light topic for a Sunday morning, but . . . .

My frustration with such big picture explorations is always how to get my . . . → Read More: We are All Related (really)

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