i would hide you. if you needed it. i would. i would come for you. with whatever everything that i had and have. i’d cut the fruit for you. i’d … Continue reading →
Perhaps the greatest challenge for anyone religious is to consider The Answer, but hold off on The Rule. Not long ago, I wrote an essay about growing up Catholic. It … Continue reading →
Priceless Beneath progressive pretentions, Barack Obama the national political phenomenon has never been anything other than a tool of the United States’ corporate and financial ruling class. Obama rose to … Continue reading →
Walking down New Street in Staunton, Heather, Maggie, Julien, and I are in a line, and lurching toward us are three big guys in big coats, big baggy pants, snapback … Continue reading →
Dr. Michael Greger explains how music works better than anti-anxiety drugs, Mozart can reduce allergic reactions, and listening to your favorite tunes can significantly affect your testosterone levels. . — … Continue reading →
Bill Moyers interviews the legendary Buddhist teacher and author Pema Chodron. Ani Pema Chödrön was born Deirdre Blomfield-Brown in 1936, in New York City. She attended Miss Porter’s School in … Continue reading →
A Palestinian Family’s Struggle to Stay on Their Land Nasser Nawaj’ah held Laith’s hand as, beside me, they walked down the dirt and pebble path of Old Susya. Nasser is … Continue reading →
. when you were five when you were kidnapped from your family and imprisoned in Kamloops when I was two when the Nazis when Babi Yar when I was five … Continue reading →
George Yancy: You have popularized the concept of speciesism, which, I believe was first used by the animal activist Richard Ryder. Briefly, define that term and how do you see … Continue reading →
Lucille Clifton (1936–2010) reads “Come Celebrate with Me” and “The Killing of the Trees.” These are the first two of 108 videos of Clifton available sequentially on YouTube. .
I intend to devote no more time to the upcoming presidential elections than walking to my local polling station on Election Day, voting for a third-party candidate, most likely the … Continue reading →
This is how the heart breaks. Never fast. Always rust. Tears and a metal-like sorrow, eyes drawn back to before, more like a heavy, yawning yoke. . This is how … Continue reading →
A life-and-death fight isn’t polite. We shouldn’t expect such a battle to be bound by the Marquess of Queensberry rules – or any other code of ‘civilized’ behavior. A few … Continue reading →
. We walked together six hours, uphill from the road to the wooden sign at the trailhead, then up the trail, . straining to breathe thin air, thinking about our … Continue reading →