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“As we act, let us not become the evil we deplore.” -- Congresswoman Barbara Lee, in voting against the resolution for war in Iraq

Having come to the end (for now) of my academic quest, I'm finding myself thirsty these days for spiritual stories. There's a deadn...

From a beautiful sermon (9/10/06) by Rev. Christine Robinson of First Unitarian Church : When you embrace change as the not-always-easy fu...

The new grass rising in the hills,  the cows loitering in the morning chill,  a dozen or more old browns hidden  in the shadows of the cott...

Okay, so I found myself having one of "those" conversations this week. You know, the one where you find yourself spewing self-help...

I'm a product of having been marinated in family codependence and addiction. I'm imprinted with it, ever affected by it, and that le...

Talking last night to friends about the balance of thought -- analytical, task-driven, haphazard, pin-ball kind of thought and dreamy, fleet...

We watch hate billow upward in the east the way we analyze a coming storm, reflexively picking up an umbrella to shield ourselves from the w...

Strangest night. Surrounded by people and a party I just can't get into. What does it mean when you're more motivated, energized, an...

My new pet topic. I'm panicking because the University library has finally recovered from fire enough to know that I still have books ch...

Real job now. Fear of losing said job for blogging during work makes mjae a dull girl. But this month only, I live the life I dream of. I t...

from Slate.com Click here to listen to Patricia Traxler read this poem. The dead are not dead yet. Always they take their time, and we wait...

Heroic Computer Dies To Save World From Master's Thesis May 17, 2006 | Issue 42•20 WALT...

I'm a planner, okay? I love dreaming of the future. Now that the thesis is done, I'm reading books on identity and place -- specif...

from Alibi School The family around the table and a silence so compact no words can break it. Not even a pigeon swirling through the windo...

from Facts about the Moon The moon is backing away from us an inch and a half each year. That means if you’re like me and were born around f...

from Awake From behind he looks like a man I once loved, that hangdog slouch to his jeans, a sweater vest, his neck thick-veined as a horse ...

from Facts about the Moon Who remembers what she told me. The year.  What actually happened. Which hospital. My mother.  The man who died in...

from Facts about the Moon It is terrible, but not very terrible – Ursula K. Le Guin To leave your only child waiting at the airport for an h...

from Facts about the Moon I’d forgotten how fast it happens, the blush of fear and the feeling of helpless infantile stupidity, stooped over...