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←Chapter Twenty-Eight July 27, 1970: my mom gave me this journal for my 10th birthday. She told me to write all my important thoughts in it. I told her I wanted a little brother or sister–or even a dog–more than a blank book, and she said, “Cayces have a long tradition of record-keeping through journaling, Bobbi, and you should continue that tradition.” I asked her if I could read...
In my final episode of narrative development in teaching history, I am turning my attention to underwear. Of course, I don’t mean underwear as it is understood today. Today’s underwear, and ladies’ in particular, is used for marketing, as outer wear, and other things. I want to deal with underwear’s original purpose: providing a washable barrier between outer wear and the skin. Without...
We who lived in the concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms — to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.Continue...