The View from Your Front Porch
The View from My Front Porch, or Why We Bought the Farm by Andrea Kirk Assaf
Remus, Michigan....
Memory and the Damming State
The family’s life in this village had come to an end when the lake was dammed in 1958. One wonders who would consider such things worth it.
A Post-Election Symposium
The following is a series of reflections and ruminations on Decision 2012, courtesy of FPR writers-at-large.
Winnebago County, IL. Following Standard Operating Procedures, Republican bosses...
The View from Your Front Porch
LEXINGTON, Mass. -- It is not a porch, but a long cement slab that stretches the width of our home, which we make on...
Of Bees and Boys
My brother Brett and I were polite but rambunctious children who made a game of killing bees and dumping their carcasses into buckets of...
Limits and Conscientious Consumption
Lincoln, I was informed when I was nine years old, freed the slaves. I learned that lesson well; I was an excellent student. Lincoln...
Slow Democracy
The protestors stood on the Piazza di Spagna in Rome, brandishing bowls of penne pasta. Above them rose the wide marble staircase of the...
Life Under Compulsion: From Schoolhouse to School Bus
“Imagine,” said my friend, “how long it takes the bus to go from Little Anse,” a village at the extreme end of the island...
Peer Lending and the Problem of Credit
This article is reprinted with permission from The Philanthropic Enterprise and its Trends in Social Innovation project.
Eleven years ago, Bruno Rivas left Mexico City...
Lessons on Limits from the Cougar Prophet
If a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down, I took my prescription of limits and localism with a spoon full of...