There is a wooden desk with a wooden chair. If I close my eyes, the table and the chair could be in a warm room full of books that belong to an old man who knows that dark wood has a simplicity that feels timeless. My eyes are not closed, and I see furniture that… Continue reading Eight Years
Category: Reflections
Telling Tales: Story Telling in the Academy
What allows some stories to call themselves ‘truth’ and others ‘tradition’? Who decides what stories get to take on the mantle of academic rigour?