The eco-obsessed often get labeled as weirdos — even by their peers. Weird, however, is looking better and better. Alec Mitchell doesn’t like praise for what he’s doing. Not for … Continue reading →
On Jazz in Paris My jazzy heart is broken. After many months away, we’ve returned to find the jazz club we’ve loved for fourteen years on rue Lepic gone. Autour … Continue reading →
Imagination, as Hawaiian Native rights advocate Poka Laenui describes it, is more than an antidote to hopelessness. It is a source of power. There are many consequences to the near … Continue reading →
A few years ago, my wife and I were driving in Franklin County, Missouri. I saw something off the road, and excitedly said to her, “Honey, look — look at … Continue reading →
A crucial point in the making of some poems, especially long ones, arrives when the poet must decide whether to push through a kind of caesura in the process. That’s the … Continue reading →
This month, the Israeli government announced that activists affiliated with 20 organizations, including my organization Codepink, would be banned from entering Israel and the occupied Palestinian territories because of our … Continue reading →
Last week, a friend encouraged me to be patient with Trump supporters, to continue to dialogue with them. But how do we dialogue with people who view dialogue itself as … Continue reading →
Facing the Future With Trepidation in the Age of Trump As a mother and an activist, here’s what I’ve concluded as 2018 begins: it’s getting harder and harder to think … Continue reading →
If it feels like you and the people you know have no say over what happens in Washington, D.C., that’s not an illusion. Research shows that ordinary people have close … Continue reading →
Under the shadow of death, I drank my entire language, sucked the bones out of my hands. I drank until my bone marrow pickled and my eyes, their lids, turned … Continue reading →
What a god-awful year. 2017 has been a year of anguished outrage and quiet condolences, of trying to find a way to cope with the travesty that brought us Donald … Continue reading →
The days are paper thin at this time of year, like the onion skin my mother wrote her letters on. The hours slip along toward evening, and then evening congeals … Continue reading →
To be aware of the wonders of the living planet is to take on an unbearable burden of grief. What you see is not what others see. We inhabit parallel … Continue reading →
She shuffles up to me on the sidewalk, paper cup in hand. She speaks so softly, I can’t understand what she’s saying. I ask her to repeat it. “I’m homeless. … Continue reading →