I was trying to find the human side of history, and humans were often my best source. When I thought about Sacajawea in the Rockies, trying to keep her infant son alive, I thought about my own kids at that age—about my wife breastfeeding them, both parties always hungry, always thirsty.
Fiction to expand one's creativity and empathy. To experience emotions and other perspectives that would otherwise be unknown.
3w ago
The mind creates a narrative self, a kind of ongoing story about who we are. But this narrative is a construct, no less than a novel—and like a novel, it can be rewritten.
A compelling false narrative, once viral, cannot be overturned by facts — you must accept that and play the long game instead of fighting the story with evidence.
1mo ago
The mind creates a narrative self, a story we tell about who we are, and we defend that story even when evidence suggests it is false. We are, in essence, unreliable narrators of our own lives.
1mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
