A Medical Doctor Diagnoses Reality

“There’s Nothing Out There. It’s All Happening On The Back Of Your Eyeballs.”

The suggestion coming down from the best minds in the scientific community today is that the world is crystallized thought. What you think creates your world. There’s an old Buddhist image of two mirrors facing each other — each one reflecting and creating the other. That’s the way it is with your consciousness and your physical reality.

Mailer And Me

This is what comes to mind when I think of Norman Mailer: that boredom is a logjam in a river which needs to flow; that a good heavyweight faces death every time he steps into the ring and that Hemingway may have faced it every day; television can give you cancer, along with rancor and fear and too much courtesy. . . .

Advice From The Lovelorn

Confessions Of A Male Chauvinist Prig

In utter seriousness, now, do you think you might approach S. with the possibility of living with me in Florida for a few months, a few weeks, or a half-hour in a rented room?

Woman’s Choice: A Sampler

Excerpts From A New Intimate Monthly Journal Of Feminine Expression

I figure the recipe for getting depressed is: Don’t get any exercise, don’t see your friends, don’t eat a balanced diet, don’t do the things you enjoy doing most, don’t take responsibility for the odds and ends of life that need to be attended to whether you enjoy them or not; postpone them. Instead, do: spend a lot of time on the things that you enjoy least, stay indoors, and get lots of sleep.

Woman And Nature

Book Review

Two voices speak in this book. One is the voice of patriarchal pontification. The other, an “embodied voice, and an impassioned one” of the natural world and the world of woman.

The Hill

Photographs By Alma Blount

I’m especially grateful to the Wrenn family for their warmth to me during this undertaking. They were completely honest in front of the camera. I was a stranger to them but to my amazement, they were willing to express the love they have for each other as a family without inhibition before my curious eyes.

In A Room Of Night