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Robert came to my church when he was in his early forties. He was a short, stocky, shiny-faced man with glittering glasses and mind. And he was HIV-positive. He joined the church because he was preparing to die and wanted to die reconciled with God.
By Jean PremaApril 1995A battered wife, a troubled cousin, an intent reader
By Our ReadersApril 1995The past rushes into the room, breathless, dressed in something outrageous she just threw together.
By Sy SafranskyMarch 1995One way to know something is true is that you cannot back off from knowing it. You cannot go slumming in ignorance. You cannot pretend not to know what you have experienced. It is a sin to doubt it.
By Thaddeus GolasJanuary 1995For those of you who have never had a panic attack, the words may have no special emotional tug. For those of you who have had one, they will bring forth memories of a mind frozen in exquisite agitation, the whole room, the whole world enmeshed in a horror movie that refuses to go away.
By Ignacio SchwartzJanuary 1995There seemed no way that animal wasn’t going to charge. I stood there for a moment, terrified, my temples burning. But then, inexplicably, I calmed right down. I had a feeling of complete peace with that animal, and I knew she wasn’t going to charge or hurt me in any way. I was treed by a rhino once, so I knew how very different this encounter was.
By Jonathan WhiteJanuary 1995Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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