My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
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Thursday, December 11, 2014
Thriving By Being Better
They seem to think their goodness derives from someone else's less being good, or better, their being bad. A silly way to be and yet they seem to thrive on it. As long as "good" is a relative term they can, if only for a while, be better.
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