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This is how it began. We stood in the parking lot under the hot sun looking at one another. “It’s a job for a couple,” he said. “The advertisement said for a couple.” I shrugged and waited, not having anything else to do. He told me about the hours and the pay and asked me if I had ever worked a motel before. I told him no and by the end of the week I was the manager at Paradise. That is how it began.
By Jaimes AlsopMay 1990The day with its big arms around me, whispering in my ear.
By Sy SafranskyMay 1990I met Gary Blake at the meditation hall. It was a place of silence, but Gary Blake was not a silent man.
By Natalie GoldbergApril 1990Words become sentences in spite of themselves, as moments become a life.
By Sy SafranskyJanuary 1990I was slowly beginning to question the whole purpose of identifying and eliminating “bad guys” from positions of power or influence, a purpose which seemed to be the end-all of investigative journalism. I wanted to know what made guys bad, and journalism seemed to have no means for investigating that.
By D. Patrick MillerJanuary 1990December 1989As for conforming outwardly, and living your own life inwardly, I don’t think much of that.
Henry David Thoreau, Excursions
Everyone says New Yorkers are cruel (at least New Yorkers say that — it’s part of our Self-Love), but the fact we’re suffering Benevolence Burnout shows we must’ve had some.
By Ellen Carter, SparrowOctober 1989Both of them hit me so frequently that I still flinch at sudden movements. I learned in my bones that alcoholics don’t have relationships; they take hostages.
By Lily CollettAugust 1989Ever since the therapist said, “Rebecca, if only you’d let go once in a while, relax, flow, you’d be a lot happier,” I’d been trying to write in the lotus position.
By Deborah ShouseAugust 1989My body is the temple. My marriage is the temple. My work is the temple. So sweep the temple. Worship in the temple. Don’t worship the temple.
By Sy SafranskyApril 1989Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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