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A Word on Hope

“What does hope mean to me?” I admit that when I first read this essay, written by one of the inmates in our very first training cohort inside a correctional facility, I read it with a healthy dose of cynicism. Was the writer, Anthony Jackson, being genuine? Lucky for me, I know Anthony better now.…
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Restoring Dignity at the Historic Farnhurst Cemetery

A few thoughts on the Indigent Burial Program and on supporting the dignity of people with mental illness.
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On Gratitude

I wouldn’t ordinarily take a walk on a rainy day, but I know that if my dog stays in the house all day, he will suffer. So when the drizzle turns a bit finer, I zip up a light rain jacket and grab the leash. We walk straight to the woods behind my neighborhood where…
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A Chapter Book List for Elementary and Middle Grades Kids

Another book list! This one for the kiddos. Books for the Younger Set For those just starting to read/listen to chapter books, age 5/6/7ish, these are some books that didn’t drive me bonkers. The Junie B Jones series, by Barbara Park. I know some moms find Junie B. to be rude and frustrating and well,…
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To Serve and to Savor: A Word on Wilmington

For about half my days over the last 15 years, I have parked at a garage at 11th and Orange each morning, and looked out over downtown Wilmington – the banks rising up towards the sky reflecting slick glass and metal, the functional office buildings and hotels, and the churches, smaller and much older, islands…
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Explore International Literature: Nigeria to Japan

It’s finally time I got around to listing my next set of favorite international books. I went in order of country population, and you can find my book list from the first five countries here. Below are a few books from the next five countries. Books from Nigeria Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie I typically…
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Time Marches On in Richmond, VA

On the way home from a work trip, I drove around Richmond, VA, wondering what I might remember from the time I lived there as a grad student. While many streets were familiar, I couldn’t quite recognize many of the businesses and landmarks, nor could I be sure which had been my apartment on Mulberry…



