In Words I Wish I Wrote, Robert Fulghum reveals the works of writers who have inspired him. During the past four decades he's reviewed and revised the basic principles of his philosophy many times, sometimes as an exercise in personal growth, but more often in response to individual crisis. Then at fifty, seeking a simplicity to counter the complex thinking of his college years, Fulghum wrote a summary essay professing that all he really needed to know he learned in kindergarten. As he approached his sixtieth year, Fulghum became curious about what in his outlook had changed and...
In Words I Wish I Wrote, Robert Fulghum reveals the works of writers who have inspired him. During the past four decades he's reviewed and r...
FROM BEGINNING TO END Why -rituals-? My thinking was set in motion by those who, knowing I was a parish minister for many years, have asked me for advice about ceremonies and celebrations. They wanted words to use at graduations, funerals, and the welcoming of children. They inquired about grace at family meals, the reaffirmation of wedding vows, and ways to heal wounds suffered in personal conflict. People requested help with the rituals of solitude, such as meditation, prayer, and contemplation. . . . Rituals do not always involve words, occasions, officials, or an audience....
FROM BEGINNING TO END Why -rituals-? My thinking was set in motion by those who, knowing I was a parish minister for many years, have asked me f...
"My house in Seattle is across the street from an elementary school. A high fence blocks my view, but I'm close enough to overhear conversations. One morning...I heard a car door opened, then slammed shut...a woman's voice came blasting over the fence: "BILLY...WHAT...ON...EARTH...HAVE...YOU...DONE?..".My own mother asked me the same question. Often. And I, in my turn asked my own children, who, no doubt have followed the same line of inquiry with their kids..."
Robert Fulghum's new book begins with a question we've all asked ourselves: "What on Earth have I done?" As Fulghum finds...
"My house in Seattle is across the street from an elementary school. A high fence blocks my view, but I'm close enough to overhear conversations. O...
