Do you suspect that you or someone you know might be a Twainiac? It's a condition that appears to be growing. As a self-identified Twainiac, I believe I can alert you to a few signs that will confirm or refute your suspicions.
Four nonprofit institutions have committed to preserving the legacy of Mark Twain. Now, in an unusual collaborative fundraising initiative, they are joining forces to ask "Twainiacs" around the globe to preserve Mark Twain's homes, papers, and publications.
Being an Out-Of-The-Box woman myself for as long as I can remember (which is a kinder, gentler, more modern way of calling someone the Black Sheep of the Family), I love it when I find people accomplishing the ordinary by extraordinary means.
Even with these improvements, one in five students is still not graduating on time, and the graduation rate remains 13.4 percentage points lower for black and Hispanic students than for white students.
During this time of texting and tweeting and disconnectedness, some say community is fading. But though I've lost my two loves, what I found is a renewed sense of the goodness of people and the existence of community.
There is a general perception that the densest US cities are in the Northeast, where downtowns tend to be bigger and inner city densities are higher. But in fact, most of the densest major urban areas are in the West.
As a travel writer whose inbox is always jam-packed with profound and deeply moving press releases, it started me thinking. Wasn't it high time that the finest of these works earned the recognition they deserve?
I've been rereading Huckleberry Finn since I discovered it as the sequel to Tom Sawyer back in junior high school, getting more out of it with each encounter. Hearing Hal Holbrook last Friday inspired me to share a few keepers.