Patricia A. Nugent: Dog Poop
His veiled threat obviously didn’t shut me up; I can’t let it. As Audre Lourde reminds us, “Your silence will not protect you.”
Penny Rosenwasser: A Jewish American Says “Not in My Name!”
On my desktop is a photo of seven Palestinian babies at Al-Shifa Hospital, lying next to each other on a bed. Lacking fuel, nurses had moved 36 babies from their … Continue reading
Rebecca Gordon: The Hamster Wheel of War
On Ending Dreams of Revenge in Israel, Palestine, and Elsewhere
Matthew J. Parker: One of Those Years
They had found a body in Phoenix, she said, and the cops were convinced it was John. But the body had no tattoos, and my mom had convinced herself that John, like my younger brother Mark and I, had at least one tattoo. I, however, knew better, and told her so.
Mike Vargo: The Holiday Rant
Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve celebrate the three great indulgences of our culture: overeating, overspending, and getting overly intoxicated. The unifying theme is excess.
Mike Vargo: ‘Cat’s Cradle,’ Community, and Fascism
Maybe Bokonon had a point. Bokonon, for those not familiar, is a character in Kurt Vonnegut’s 1963 novel Cat’s Cradle. On a fictional Caribbean island, a holy man lives in the mountains. … Continue reading
Denise Kohr: The Price of Amazon’s Prime Business Model Is Our Bodies
The billion-dollar company profits off pushing workers like me to our physical limits — only to ignore us when we’re hurt on the job.
Chelsea Cleveland: Loneliness as Fermentation
Just as foods undergo significant changes, evolving into something more intricate and nuanced, we, too, experience compelling transformations in our lives.
Douglas Penick: “I am old”
As more and more of us live to advanced years, it is crucial to accept and even embrace our condition.
Michael Simms: Tootling Along
I hope you don’t mind my sharing links to my own recent publications.
Baron Wormser: Staggering
When each of us was alone, imagination often kicked in. Where else can a child go? What else can a child do? When asked what one was thinking, a child could answer with the blessed word, “Nothing.”
Desne A. Crossley: Transfer of Courage | 1968 & 1950
He was about to bear down hard on my thighs to force me open. With a loaded exhale of breath, I growled in his face like a mad animal and gouged his eyes with my prized fingernails, lacquered blood red. I dug them in along the hollows of his eyes, my hands like two steel vices, and held on.
Norell Edwards: Seeking Safety as a Black Woman in New Cities
Certainly, policing cannot be the solution for the safety of Black women, who must navigate the line between white supremacist violence and its toxic violent byproducts that overwhelm the Black community.
