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Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Three Spheres

    I have not healed so much as learned to sit still and wait while pain does its dancing work, trying not to panic or twist in ways that make the blades tear deeper and finally infect the wounds.

    By Lauren SlaterNovember 1996
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    The Mother Material

    A picture hangs on the wall of my study. In it, my mother is kneeling to pose with my brother, my sister, and me. The picture was taken a few months before my mother died, and we are all smiling, cheerful, innocent, unaware of the ways in which our lives are capable of changing.

    By Ann MarsdenNovember 1996
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Everything I Ever Wanted

    Reflections On Sex At Midlife

    When I was young, I dreamed of meeting a woman in a small, secluded room cut off from the rest of the world, someplace where my acts had no consequences. She wasn’t necessarily someone I knew; our lives didn’t touch.

    By David GuyNovember 1996
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    This Prison Where I Live

    When the door has been slammed behind him for the first time, the prisoner stands in the middle of the cell and looks round. I fancy that everyone must behave in more or less the same way.

    By Siobhan DowdOctober 1996
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Troika

    The activity center at my parents’ Florida condo was a low, T-shaped building with sliding glass doors that opened onto room after well-lit room. Signs on these doors read, Bingo, Pottery, Woodworking.

    By Genie ZeigerOctober 1996
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Omega Baseball

    I had come to the Omega Institute, an adult summer learning center in the Hudson River Valley, on a lark, intrigued by a catalog description for a workshop that promised to integrate baseball with yoga, meditation, and martial arts.

    By Jim CollinsOctober 1996
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

    Random Acts Of Life

    The tests came back negative: Colete Lopez will be all right. She does not have AIDS, hepatitis, or cholera. According to the New York Times, the six-year-old, who attends first grade at PS 150, was stabbed in the leg with a hypodermic by a fifty-one-year-old man with no known address.

    By Stephen J. LyonsSeptember 1996
    Essays, Memoirs & True Stories

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    Why Welfare Reform Is An Attack On All Women

    What is being proposed under the title “welfare reform” is cuts in programs for the poorest and most vulnerable members of American society: nutritional programs and Medicaid programs and housing programs and programs for the aged, impoverished, and disabled. But the program that is most targeted for reform is Aid to Families with Dependent Children (AFDC), a program for poor mothers and their children. Men can get benefits, too, but the overwhelming majority of parents on AFDC are women, about five million of them, with about nine million children.

    By Frances Fox PivenSeptember 1996
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    Clayton

    My friend Clayton died just before Christmas. He threw himself from the forty-fourth floor of the Marriott Hotel. Clayton Brooks was a poet, an actor, a taxi driver, a playwright, a drug addict, and a lover of humanity.

    By SparrowSeptember 1996
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    The Kingdom, The Kingdom

    Deep in the heart of this desert land, rising up out of nowhere amid the sea of sand, is the city: Riyadh! We can drive out of town a bit and see camels wandering about; their owners let them loose to wander for eleven months at a time!

    By Christine JapelyAugust 1996
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