I’ve always been an enthusiast. My mother has an astrology book in which people born on my birthday are given the advice: “Remember that the object of your enthusiasm is at least as important as your level of enthusiasm”. This is sage advice for me. Once I had settled into the shock of the cancer… Continue reading The Enthusiast
When I was in my early teens, a book was released which seemed to absorb my mother and most of her friends. I should note here that her circle contained a large number of current or former social workers, and people involved in social welfare issues, which may explain the level of enthusiasm it received in… Continue reading Shelter
I’ve always had big dreams or maybe I should say expectations. My maternal grandfather, a self made man who worked hard and lived big, and who still looms large in my memory, used to frequently quote the verse from Luke chapter 12, “From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who… Continue reading Little dreams
