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Except for a few independent strands, her soft white hair is pulled back from one of the gentlest faces ever to smile through a window. Her dress is plain, as comfortable as her worn blue tennis shoes, yet feminine.
By Judy BrattenApril 1977I have noticed that there are those who give spontaneously, unself-consciously. There are also those who have the same ability, but become distracted and brought down by the shadow of their own personalities, and a wavering results. In that instant of wavering, the gift melts. A state of listening grace evolves from instinctive setting aside of self.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellDecember 1976The two big trees fascinate me. . . . I watch the very tiptops of those trees and wonder if I can poise my consciousness in those leaves at the top long enough to BE there. I try.
By Elizabeth Rose CampbellJuly 1976If you desire assistance and relief from the concerns, confusions, or pain of your life, select the person who will be most effective in helping you. . . . A brief overview of a few psychotherapeutic orientations follows.
By Leaf DiamantJune 1976We are living in the exaggerations of our memories of the future. These are HISTORICAL TIMES.
By Rob BrezsnyJune 1976They had locked chains around Lester’s skinny ankles. The faded blue prison shirt and pants fitted poorly on Lester’s five-eight body, all of a hundred pounds. “Lester won’t come out,” Bambi said. She was right. Lester hanged himself in his cell within the year.
By C.B. ClarkMay 1976Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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