When do you stop thinking the world will go on as it has, and start planning for contingencies that were science fiction two years ago? Continue reading
I also know that that probably didn’t happen. But whatever its authenticity, the image of the emperor playing the fiddle while Rome burned endures. In common usage, it means ‘to occupy oneself with unimportant matters and neglect priorities during a crisis.’ Like rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. But it’s not rearranging the deck … Continue reading
I imagine myself on my deathbed. The end is nigh. There’s no more time, no chance to change what’s come before.
What would I wish I had done? Continue reading
With our faith re-energized, our hope restored, our resolve galvanized and our hearts filled with joy, we will overcome. We will bend the moral arc of history towards justice. Continue reading
Tomorrow, I will march. But today I will do those things that give my life meaning. Continue reading
