A Small, Closed Wooden Box

It was the last place I wanted to be. Whenever it had come up in conversation, I would always tell people that I had never had to spend a night in the hospital. I would say it with that false sense of pride that comes with believing it had more to do with some exaggerated…

The Transforming Power of Ideas

“No army can withstand an idea whose time has come.” Victor Hugo penned those words in 1852. I can imagine him sitting in a sparse room in France, elbows resting on a large wooden desk, fingers blackened with ink from his quill with a candle close by, just offering enough flickering light to illuminate his…