Something to ponder today.
A few weeks ago, I went to up the Portland area to revisit Sauvie Island, and the photographs this week will be from that trip. But what I really wanted to write about, as it’s been on my mind, is communication, and how it’s changed over the last two decades.
I studied English Literature, and actually have a Master’s in that, although I certainly don’t believe I’m a master communicator. Verbally, I’m probably worse than most, because I was so shy growing up that I would stumble over my words, speak softly, and nothing would never quite come out the way I wanted, unless I was really upset, angry or impassioned enough to not think about my “stage” fright.
However, I always loved to read, and for a long time I wanted to be a writer. So I grew up reading novels by Henry James, and Dostoevsky, and the writing…
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