Life of a Salesman: Selling Success, When the American Dream is Downsized
A pool salesman struggles to cope with a weak economy, which has forced him to rethink the meaning of the American Dream:
“‘You can’t be too safe or too smart about money with the economy now,’ Tyler said. ‘I want to save up and make the smart investments.’
“‘You’ll make them,’ Frank said, nodding.
“‘I want to have that absolute stability,’ Tyler said.
“‘You’ll have it.’
“They stayed out on the deck until the sun disappeared behind the townhouses. Frank went to bed just before midnight and awoke at 4. He always had been a sound sleeper, but lately he had been putting himself to bed with Tylenol PM and stirring awake to questions in the middle of the night. When had stability become the goal in America? What kind of dream was that? And in the economy of 2012, was it even attainable?”
Muslim Activist in Minnesota Struggles as One-Man Counter Against Lure of Terrorism
Officially, Abdirizak Bihi is the director of the Somali Education and Special Advocacy Center, but in truth he is the center, aided only by a Samsung cellphone and a donated desk in the offices of Mo’s Building Maintenance. His program is part of an emerging movement that Washington officials refer to as “CVE,” or “countering violent extremism.” The idea is simple: Inoculate young Muslims against the risks of radicalization by making them feel entrenched and happy in their communities. The execution is much more complex.
For a Look Outside Presidential Bubble, Obama Reads 10 Personal Letters Each Day
The black binder arrived at the White House residence just before 8 p.m., and President Obama took it upstairs to begin his nightly reading. The briefing book was dated Jan. 8, 2010, but it looked like the same package delivered every night, with printouts of speeches, policy recommendations and scheduling notes. Near the back was a purple folder, which Obama often flips to first. “MEMORANDUM TO THE PRESIDENT,” read a sheet clipped to the folder. “Per your request, we have attached 10 pieces of unvetted correspondence addressed to you.”
In aftermath of Fort Hood, community haunted by clues that went unheeded
In recession, one road led back home
After hitting dead end in job search, new graduate rethinks her path
The Art of Letting Employees Go
Three Minutes to Fort Totten
A chaplain from Walter Reed. A doctor from Walter Reed. The owner of a new hair salon. An architect. On a Metro train, in one terrifying instant and its aftermath, their lives became forever intertwined. This is their story.
