Working on the plant-based poem November Love Story I was surprised to discover that this “Nurture” essay, which appeared in Surviving the Twenty-First Century, had never been published on Montaigbakhtinian. Here it is. There was a time, in a… Read More ›
Dedicated to my friend Masha, who is studying child development. A conversation with her about the importance of a child’s first few years pushed me to finally move this text from the bowels of my computer to cyberspace. A… Read More ›
If he forgave us our faults, could we forgive him for seeing them? She remembered her father as a great man, and perhaps he was. Her life would have been easier with a different memory. No one had any use… Read More ›
{click for pdf} I recall that in college there was an idea of studying together. If a young couple, or a group of friends, wanted to spend time together, one thing they would do was to study together. But of… Read More ›
Revised September 2013 from Sequence 5 text, January 2004 [click for pdf] Sick, I went with my son, then two years old, to the drugstore in the village where we had a weekend house. It so happened that this… Read More ›
FROM SEQUENCE 2013 July 2013 [Click for pdf] As regards the “poker” one might see being played by professionals at televised tournaments, my understanding is that none of the players ever really go “all in.” That is, while the announcers… Read More ›
FROM NO SEQUENCE April 2008 It was said that an expert told him to play with his son. “I don’t do roughhousing,” he replied, and it was left at that. When it came time for him to die he asked… Read More ›
