One of my heroes died Sunday night. She was ninety, and had been sick briefly. I had a hard time believing she was dying, because she took her Discover Magazines to the hospital, and had taken up sudoku there.
Elaine Spenader was Barbara's mother. She had been grievously wronged twice in her life, and there were periods when she battled demons, but for the last twenty years, she was cheerful, curious, and a friend. She lived life on her own terms.
I'm interested in practical solutions for an empire and a world that face declining fossil-fuel wealth. Peace and justice may become more elusive as oil becomes dearer. Stability, and what E. F. Schumacher called "a becoming life," will require an economy that operates on its solar income.
At age sixty, I'm beginning to learn how.