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A teacher’s legacy, a professor’s dilemma, a stranger’s confessions
By Our ReadersThe modern growth of monopolies in the shape of trusts, cartels, federations of employers and so on has greatly increased the power of the capitalist to levy toll on the community. This tendency will not cease of itself, but only through definite action on the part of those who do not profit by the capitalist regime.
By Bertrand RussellOne of the first things we must get rid of is the idea that democracy is tantamount to capitalism.
Eleanor Roosevelt
To think of Amazon as a retailer is to miss the true nature of this company. Amazon wants to control the underlying infrastructure of commerce.
By Tracy FrischI lie on the couch in the living room and feel a deep sense of shame, because I’ve increased our debt by getting sick.
By Doug CrandellDo I need to go into what turns an eleven-year-old into such a stoic: embarrassed to be sentimental, determined to be detached?
By Frances LefkowitzThere isn’t really a reset button for life — a switch you can hit, after you’ve gone through something terrible, that lets you go back to the beginning and start over. But there should be.
By Alethea BlackI bow to the pencil, the pencil maker, the tree that gave its wood, the graphite that fills its core, and the mind that conceived pencil. I bow to all the teeth and jaws that have chewed pencils out of boredom or nervousness.
By Mary RoyDaniela can’t stand Lisa. Exactly why, I’m not sure. I can see her criticizing Lisa, who is her boss, but Daniela’s anger goes well beyond mere criticism. I suspect her rage stems in part from their age difference.
By J. Malcolm GarciaMy love for you is a sun inside my chest. / It burns like shingles, wrings tears from my eyes / like the hands of a tough old woman washing / clothes in a tin tub.
By Terri Kirby Erickson