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Alice Laughs Last
Alice doesn’t smile when she opens the door. She doesn’t have a lot to smile about, and, more than that, to smile would be to grant me points I have not yet earned. At this juncture, I am still a tentacle of authority, reaching out to invade the nominal sanctity of her home.
May 2001Down And Out
Going outside to blow bubbles; finding a note stuck to a barn wall with a knife; realizing grandfather wasn’t senile
March 2001My Life As A Mermaid
I get another letter from my sister Kay, who is in Honduras riding mules and skidding around the muddy mountain roads in a pickup truck. The roads have curves sharp enough to tempt death, she writes, sharp enough for you to see yourself leaving.
January 2001Sunbeams
April 2000If one is going to change things, one has to make a fuss and catch the eye of the world.
Urban Renewal
The Resurrection Of An Ex-Gang Member — An Interview With Luis Rodríguez
Someone once pointed out to me that the word respect comes from the latin respectus, which means “to see again.” It’s a beautiful concept. We have to see each other again. We have to see the gang member again, and the poor farmer, too. As we see them again, we find they’re not that different from us, that a thread connects us all: the Indian on the reservation and the immigrant just arriving on these shores; the middle-class kid in the suburbs and the gang member in the inner city. The more we look, the thicker that thread becomes. Sometimes it may be invisible, but it’s there. We’ve got to make it more visible. There is no such thing as a separate reality. What we do here affects people over there.
April 2000Crimes And Misdemeanors
A partner in crime, Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, a double-dog dare
April 2000Foot Soldier
The Long Walk For Justice And Peace — A Conversation With Satish Kumar
The central realization that pulled me away from monkhood was that there is no escaping from life; the spirit has to be practiced in the everyday world, and not outside of it. The world is beautiful — the earth, the land, the people — and you have to accept even pain and suffering as part of that beauty. That realization threw me into the social, political, economic, cultural arena. It convinced me that wholeness of life is paramount.
August 1999Payday
It’s summer, and I’m taking two women from a foundation that helps fund my work to see where the money is being spent, and if the money is being turned into productive, life-sustaining gardens.
March 1999The Laundromat
Stolen clothes, a miniature copy of The Night before Christmas, a red halter top
March 1998Sunbeams
November 1997Democracy forever teases us with the contrast between its ideals and its realities, between its heroic possibilities and its sorry achievements.
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