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My friend Nina’s twin girls arrived today — two little girls with full heads of black hair, who came out squalling and who each bit the doctor!
Nina is my dear friend, the one I called when that assistant coroner was sitting in his truck in front of my house a year ago, waiting to […]

Last night I was reading Tara Bray Smith’s memoir, West of Then, when I came across a familiar name in the text. It’s an unusual name, and I looked at it, and thought I wonder if that’s who I think it is? The age would be about right, and my friend also grew up in […]

I have an old friend here in town — one of those people with whom I was friends in my 20s — and well, we’ve taken very different paths as adults. Her husband works as a conservative activist for a libertarian think tank, and my friend has become increasingly involved with the conservative cause. They’re […]

Well, last night all the air went out of my good intentions, out of my determination not to let them get to me, out of my belief that we will, in the long run prevail in our intentions to build a progressive society. Last night I was tired and jittery over our political situation, over […]

From Chris over at Get Your War On. Now is not the time to give up. There is real work to do, and we’re the only ones who can do it.
Wrote a letter to the editor of the local paper today. I’ve never done that before, since the letters page starts to look like […]

As the Dalai Lama says. And he’s someone who knows opposition when he sees it. Did the Dalai Lama squeal about how mean the Chinese were? How they overran his country and killed his people and destroyed his cultural heritage? Nope. He spoke truth to power, while continually pointing out that “the Chinese people are […]

A few years ago I was hit by a snowboarder on the first day of the season. I was standing in the lift line when a snowboarder, going too fast, caught an edge and fell. He came screaming toward me, caught me in the legs, and I caught my cheekbone on the edge of his […]

I remember being really little and going with my mother to vote. We went to West Park, to the skating shelter, and she wouldn’t let me come in the booth with her. She explained that voting was private, and that in America, no one could ever make you tell who you voted for. She explained […]