There Is a Bicycle Named Hepzibah

I had to finish reading The House of The Seven Gables (1851) by American author Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864) so I could tell you about my neighbor who named his bicycle Hepzibah.  He’s an older gentleman, a little stout, and extremely smart.  (His wife once told me that he had been a national merit scholar at... Continue Reading →


Feuding, Drinking, and Contrived Endings in Strawberry Girl

I frequently read to my oldest daughter at night before bed.  During the school year, this was a regular habit, which led to us reading four books at the same time, an experience I wrote about here.  However, now that school is out for the summer, we have been slacking.   We started reading Lois Lenski's... Continue Reading →

Grumpy Secretaries

Why are secretaries so grumpy? As a former secretary, I know the job isn’t glamorous or ultra rewarding, but part of the job is to be welcoming and perky, so why are so many secretaries failing at this?  I know why my previous secretary job inspired grumpiness (his name was BOSS), but I didn’t let... Continue Reading →

The Little Woman Who Wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin

I have been in group settings in which people will say, “I don’t really care about [insert societal problem] because it doesn’t affect me.”  Or, “I don’t want to talk about that because it upsets me.”  Notice that both of these statements end with the pronoun “me,” and consequently these statements are essentially selfish.  Now,... Continue Reading →

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