

Unpresidented!
I had several things in mind to write about for this week’s blog. I experienced an epiphany about blogging earlier in the week that I thought might be fun to share; I also wanted to talk a little bit about F. Scott Fitzgerald in light of his never before read collection of short stories that was released this week. However, both will have to wait, as it dawned on me that this blog was my 45th. Yes, 45 carefully crafted blog posts, (or at least I like to think so), written ove


The Medicinal Nature of Good Literature
I happened upon another interesting essay at my go-to site for intellectual inquiry aeon.co today, about literature and medicine and how both can be complementary treatments for the other. I found myself nodding along with the author’s viewpoint until he got to the part where he pointed out the differences between author and physician. He argued that while writers and [their] readers have “the liberty to lose themselves in their world of characters and plotlines,” . . . “Phys


Testing the Indivisible
The greatness of America is that its citizens consider themselves indivisible. We standup and recite such a pledge at various formal and sporting events on a fairly regular basis. But in a country that seems more divided than ever can we ever really understand others that do not look, sound, speak, act or pray like us? And should artists, regardless of medium even try? Or are we overstepping our bounds by attempting to walk in another’s shoes who comes from a different cultur