I love you, Boston.

I'm speechless today, or at least any words I have feel pointless. Yesterday was unlike anything I've ever seen or experienced in my life. We were down on Boylston St. watching the marathon all day yesterday, and waiting for a friend to finish (she was 10 min away, thankfully) when the bombs went off. I can still see the debris and smoke and look of fear on peoples faces, and smell the weird, chemically odor, and hear the deep booms and screams. I'm so grateful that everyone I love is safe, and absolutely heartbroken for the victims, for everyone who experienced loss, for everyone who experienced the fear of not knowing where loved ones were, for the children around me who never should have experienced this trauma, for everyone who is scared to walk on our streets today. I can't make sense of this.

New podcast added to the rotation: The Dinner Party

I thought this article was fascinating: "Is Giving the Secret to Getting Ahead?" I don't know anything about organizational psychology, but I thought the author did a great job of painting a portrait of this interesting man, while also mentioning some of the criticism of his work specifically and also organization psychology as a whole. I'd love to read more on the topic.

Happy birthday to Dolores Huerta, labor leader and civil rights activist. Born on April 10, 1930, Huerta, along with César Chávez, co-founded the National Farmworkers Association, which later became the United Farm Workers. Image: source.

Josh Ritter on Daytrotter, beautiful. We are going to see him live in Boston soon, too!

Sam Tanenhaus is stepping down as editor of the New York Times Book Review - I'll miss him on the podcast! It always seemed like he would make the coolest boss.

 Great programs - restorative justice in schools: Opening Up, Students Transform a Vicious Circle

Yay Bard! Rigorous Schools Put College Dreams Into Practice

"What's prayer? It's shooting shafts into the dark. What mark they strike, if any, who's to say? It's reaching for a hand you cannot touch. The silence is so fathomless that prayers like plummets vanish into the sea. You beg. You whimper. You load God down with empty praise. You tell him sins that he already knows full well. You seek to change his changeless will. Yet Godric prays the way he breathes, for else his heart would wither in his breast. Prayer is the wind that fills his sail. Else drift with witless tides. And sometimes, by God's grace, a prayer is heard." - Frederick Buechner