Category Archives: Memory

The Right to be Heard

On Thanksgiving it is traditional to list the things for which we give thanks: I am grateful to have been born into a family that valued learning and social justice above all else I am grateful to have married into … Continue reading

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Je ne sais pas si je suis Charlie

I have wrestled long and hard with my reactions to the massacre at the Charlie Hebdo offices – and my reactions to the responses I’ve seen and read. The pieces that I found (and I have not read exhaustively on … Continue reading

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What’s Your Tipping Point?*

In which I show that I am perfectly capable of holding two seemingly contradictory ideas… This post grew out of a dinnertime conversation about bullying, an on-line chat with a friend and former colleague and a personal struggle with my … Continue reading

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“She couldn’t have dressed up like Xena?”*

As is so often the case, I am sitting down to write this because of an intellectual – and emotional – conflict.  A few days ago I read this after a friend linked to it on Facebook. It is an … Continue reading

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Memory, Patriotism and Independence

This post has been knocking around in my head, in an embryonic state, since Memorial Day and it seems fitting that today, on another “patriotic” holiday, I actually take the time to sit down and write it. Or, at the … Continue reading

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Wendell Berry and a Day of Honey

I had an unsettling experience last week.  On Monday night I found myself in the Kennedy Center in Washington, D.C., listening to the National Endowment for the Humanities’ Jefferson Lecture delivered by Wendell Berry. Berry is a poet, essayist, farmer, … Continue reading

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Why I Am a Feminist

I am in a quandary.  For some time I have wanted to write a post about Internet etiquette (or, more pointedly, the lack thereof).  The impetus for this came from many sources: a friend was cautioned against writing a personal … Continue reading

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