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Author Archives: Theodora Goss
Little Green Pockets
When I was a child, I sometimes had trouble falling asleep at night. So I would lie in bed for a while with my eyes closed, just imagining things, stories of sorts, or scenarios. One of them went like this. … Continue reading
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Organizing My Closet
I got back from Budapest and immediately started to prepare for teaching at Boston University this semester. I’m teaching a class I really enjoy — a class on rhetoric to freshmen, not classical rhetoric as defined by Aristotle and the … Continue reading
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Budapest at 3 a.m.
Every time I travel from Boston to Budapest, I have terrible jetlag. It’s only Boston to Budapest — traveling the other way around, with the sun, I may be a bit tired and dehydrated from the long journey, but I … Continue reading
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What is a Book?
Recently I bought three books. I have a bad habit of buying books — you might even call it an addiction to books because I can’t seem to stop. Each book is a possibility, a world I can enter, a … Continue reading
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Chop Wood, Carry Water
There is a famous Zen Buddhist saying: Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. I’m not sure where I first read it, but it was years ago, and it stuck with me. I think it … Continue reading
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Addicted to Books
I think I have two addictions: chocolate and books. The book addiction is definitely stronger. I can live without chocolate. I’m not sure I could live without books. When do I buy books? When I’ve accomplished something, to reward myself. … Continue reading
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Morning in the Garden
When I’m in Boston, the first thing I do every morning is go out into the garden. Well, almost every morning — unless it’s raining the way it does it Boston, in sheets of water coming down from the sky, … Continue reading
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