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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Tuesday, June 30, 2015
What Needs to be Done
It is not a question of not knowing what to do, but of doing it and most of the effort put in to denial and defending is wasted since we do eventually what we might have done at the outset.
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