A P.S. in a Letter from Claire
P.S. Virginia Woolf Did not go to graduate school.
Category: Friends
My America, Our America by Fatima Rhodes
I am happy to share another reflection from Fatima Rhodes: I love working with the newcomer children. Three months ago, the majority of them didn’t know a word of English at the beginning of the…
It Was Love at First Haiku
Maria told me to contact you When you were fresh back from El Salvador And perhaps needing another shoulder to lean on After re-entering this meshugah militarized greed culture There we sat at a table…
A Declaration by Fatima
My friend Fatima Rhodes shared this with me, and I am happy to share it here. America, I have been talking to you a lot lately. This one is for you. I will register…
Share the Wealth with Jessie Sarber: Tired & Inspired
I’m in my late twenties, and I’m deep in the Struggle. A lot of people my age are in it too (though it’s definitely not unique to us): wanting to do something fulfilling with your…
The Holy Texture of Life (Hold It All)
By chance yesterday I came across the following reflection by Emily Warming from 2007, when she was in a Justice and Peace Senior Seminar with Roger Bergman at Creighton University. I have been blessed and…
Wilder Love by April Ulinski
Started rereading The Book of Mev last night. Partially because I needed her reminder that being academic does not mean being disengaged from the world and from the people behind all those ideas. Also because…
Gathas Written at Northwest Coffee, 11.9.2016
1. Breathing in, all this toxicity Breathing out, compassion is available 2. Breathing in, noticing this state of being stunned Breathing out, realizing this state is impermanent 3. Breathing in my friends’ despair Breathing out:…
Share the Wealth with Maryville Student-Athletes
This Sunday Bekah Anderson (Texas), Sarah Etter (Switzerland), Kine Kleppe (Norway), Cara Rickert (Texas) and Puck Vlaskamp (Netherlands) will share reflections on their many years of tennis youth and team experiences. Join us Sunday 13…
Culled from a Journal: Summer in Salvador
A friend lived in El Salvador for several weeks one summer. Recently, she went to Art Hill and reread through the journal she kept those months, culled the following lines, and told me I could…