This spring was the first spring in the past five years that I’ve failed to read “epitaph for a peach”, instead I’ve reading and grappling with the work of Kwame Anthony Appiah. Grappling makes it seem as though “Cosmopolitanism” or “The Ethics of Identity” are rough and heavy. They aren’t. I am, however, using them to measure our world, as I do with any interesting work.

My spring “peach” travels well. Perhaps, since I didn’t go anywhere this spring, I didn’t need a morning wake up book. It will be with me though over the next few mornings in the park.