All over the world, people sweep. It’s ancient. It is the ritual of preparing, clearing, and cleaning our space. When we sweep we put things in order, arranging our world. When I used to perform street theater I would sometimes begin by sweeping the “stage,” the place where the performance was about to take place. […]
How many colors can we see? Around 4 million, but all of them are combinations of just three colors that our eyes are designed to see: red, blue, and green. There are three kinds of color-detecting cells in our retinas, and the precision of each is known. All those millions of colors come from combinations
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When Martin Luther King, Jr, prepared his remarks for his speech in front of the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington he originally planned to make it short and low-key. He was thinking about the broad audience that he would be addressing. The original printed version of his speech does not even have one
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My mother, Diana Weaver Kahan, was a poet. Not a published poet, but a lover of poetry who read to me regularly and occasionally wrote her own. Above is her picture on her honeymoon with my father. I was particularly fond of this poem she wrote in 2004: Because I have children I eat strawberries,
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The key for me in all areas where I either want to improve my life or must admit I have fallen short: self-compassion. It doesn’t always come easy, but when I feel the most out of balance or wanting, self-compassion is my go-to intent. As a consequence, I have read a good deal on it
After I graduated with a BA in mathematics I started graduate school. At the same time, at the age of 20, I started an experimental theater company, Waggo Makes Connexxions. We performed in vacant lots, parks, and the county library. That’s me above, taking a bow with my troupe after our second performance. The picture
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Tonight, is a magical night for millions of children around the world, the night before Christmas. I’d like to share a reading of the poem that defined Santa Claus in my mind as a child. Wishing you and yours a very Merry Christmas. The Night Before Christmas Clement Clarke Moore ‘Twas the night before Christmas,
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As the northern hemisphere enters the colder months and today is the Winter Solstice, when the longest night prevails, I thought it appropriate to express love, loyalty, and enthusiasm for that which draws us closer to the Mystery of Life. In that spirit, I am sharing this poem by Mary Oliver: Whistling Swans Do you
We are coming to the close of a tremendously stressful year. This has been a particular hit for the association community, which generates value by bringing people together. In that regard it has been an extraordinary year, filled with heroic efforts by many associations to make the best of the virtual environments with which we
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Global Harmony Through Personal Excellence is a small organization here in the Washington, DC, area, run by a very close and loved friend of mine with the support of volunteers. Its mission is to support the expression and humanity of children. I give money every winter to this amazing initiative. It includes both an essay
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