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Thieves In High Places

Jim Hightower On Taking America Back From The Plutocrats

The Bible doesn’t say that money is the root of all evil; it says the love of money is the root of all evil. That’s what we have today: an orgy of people who love money and are willing to abandon the common good in pursuit of their own individual fortunes.

Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories

Secrets of Pronoia

How The World Is Conspiring To Shower You With Blessings

Thousands of things go right for you every day, beginning the moment you wake up. Through some magic you don’t fully understand, you’re still breathing and your heart is beating, even though you’ve been unconscious for many hours. The air is a mix of gases that’s just right for your body’s needs, as it was before you fell asleep.

My Pink Tombstone

In spring of 1988 I became the caretaker of a twenty-acre plot my sister and her husband had bought as a prospective retirement location in the Black Forest of Colorado: elevation 8,200 feet. It was a great opportunity for me to write and reflect and rest up from the roaring hellfire on earth. The rent was free, and I got a little caretaking stipend because my sister and her husband were generous and understood that I wasn’t doing well financially. My responsibilities were minimal: I had to make sure the worms didn’t eat the trees, the roof of the old single-wide trailer didn’t leak, the pipes didn’t freeze, potential vandals didn’t wander onto the property, and developers from California didn’t come along and put up chain motels and plastic hamburger stands.

The Narrow Door

After I graduated from college, I worked as a prep aide at a large hospital. The prep aide was the person who went around each night and shaved patients for their surgery in the morning. I had a list of women who were scheduled to have abdominal surgery, and I started on the top floor of the seven-story brick hospital and worked my way down to the bottom. Then I nipped over to the obstetrics department, off in a side wing. On a busy night I’d have as many as ten women whose pubic hair had to go. I was supposed to leave a clean, hairless surface from the tops of their thighs to their bellybuttons.


The Woman With Hair

The first time we met, she didn’t say much but instead let her hair do the talking. Her hair had a lot on its mind. It went nearly down to her knees. This was in July, at a Hollywood Hills party thrown by the friend of a friend. There was only one person in the house we both knew. At midnight we sat on a couch with a cat between us. Pretty soon she and I started petting the cat at the same time. When our fingers touched, the cat’s hair stood on end, and I think mine may have too.

Readers Write

True Love

First thing in the morning, I go into my studio and sit at my desk. Relieved to have survived another night of insomnia and bad dreams, I reward myself with a pot of fresh, strong coffee.

Personal Stories By Our Readers ▸


“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.”

J. D. Salinger

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