The Echo of Departed Voices
There is a moment, sometime in the quiet hours just before dawn, when the mind slips unbidden toward those who…
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Speaking into the Silence
There are silences that suffocate, and silences that save. The difference, I’ve come to believe, lies not in the absence…
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The Language of the Margins – Whose Words Are Heard?
I recall, with a pang both fond and mournful, the first time I attended a town hall meeting in a…
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The Algorithmic Tongue
On Language in the Age of Machines I remember with fondness and a slight chuckle a “conversation” I had with…
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Sacred Speech
On the Moral Responsibility of Language There are days, quiet days, when I find myself listening more carefully to the…
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The Violence of Euphemism
On the use of soft words to mask hard realities. We are far too polite in our cruelty. We package…
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Semantic Drift and the War over Meaning
Words, like ships, are always moving. They slip their moorings, drift on currents of culture, and sometimes arrive in strange…
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When Words Wear Chains
Imagining a Future of Constrained Speech It is a strange thing to watch a word die. Not with fanfare or…
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The Sharp Edge of Wit
On Satire, Subversion, and Speaking Truth. Somewhere between the pulpit and the pub, I first learned the disarming power of…
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The Communion of Community
In which I discover that togetherness is not just proximity, but a practice of the heart Community is one of…