THE ANATOMY OF VIOLENCE

Many years ago, I was involved with a man who had perfected the dark art of verbal and emotional abuse. He wasn’t that talented professionally, but he was incredibly skilled at choosing just the right words to make another person

FIRST THEY CAME FOR THE CHILDREN

When I was around nine or ten, my father said he wanted to show me a film that was going to be disturbing but was important. Something terrible happened not too long before I was born, he said – when

THE #MeNot MEN

As much as I loathe drawing racial lines, there is no avoiding this one — recently, some old white men have answered the #MeToo movement with their own version of #MeNot. Let’s start with Bill Clinton, who defensively announced to

THE QUICKSAND OF CRUELTY

In keeping with the bombastic cruelty of Donald Trump, who has no problem going after a disabled journalist, a gold-star family, women, immigrants, and anyone who criticizes him, an aid named Kelly Sadler has now hit a new low by

WHAT HEARTLESSNESS LOOKS LIKE

After my father died, and after the public services, a couple who I am friendly with but not close to, called to express their condolences. The man did so quite generously, and then handed the phone to his wife. “I’m

I HAVE A DREAM

Martin Luther King taught us to dream beyond the cruelties of this world, to reach past the limitations invented by small-minded people. He taught us to keep our eyes on the mountain-top and believe we could get there. In honor

EASTER

When I was young, our Spring-time ritual was to go to Phoenix, Arizona for the Easter holiday. Phoenix was where my mother’s parents lived, and we took the train because my father didn’t like to fly. I remember those Easters

ARE YOU SCARED YET?

If you’re an American citizen and are not yet frightened about the future of our country, then — I’m sorry — but I think something is wrong with you. The President of the United States is, by all accounts, beside

THE WORLD BEFORE

It sounds so quaint now, almost like a piece of fantasy, that there was once a time in this country when kids went to school without ever imagining that someone would burst in with a gun and start shooting. Because

MEN WHO BEAT WOMEN

In the Nineties, I dated a man whose hands frightened me. He didn’t raise them in anger to hit me, but he had battered me so thoroughly emotionally and psychologically that I always kept an eye on his hands, suspecting

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