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They draw me into an arch so that they can run an eighteen-inch horse-needle in between the plates of my spine for an hour or so to get a copious sample of the cerebrospinal fluid. So the doctors can tell my family. What they know already. That I am very sick. That I might die.
By Lorenzo W. MilamApril 1983A miracle, a third person in the relationship: Jesus, a fourth divorce
By Our ReadersApril 1983Tai-Chi takes extraordinary discipline and perseverance to gain any degree of mastery, and yet, it’s ideally suited to someone who’s interested in a complete series of exercises to do in a short period of time every day. It’s a Taoist paradox.
By Susan WallinMarch 1983The photographs from this selection are available as a PDF only. Click here to download.
By John RosenthalFebruary 1983Cholestiatoma is a loving beast; as with other cancers, he comes like a string around the finger, a chain around the throat, to insure that we do not idly forget why we are here. Cholestiatoma (Chole when masculine, Choleste when feminine) lives in my skull between the meninges and the right orbit.
By David KoteenFebruary 1983January 1983It is easier to fight for one’s principles than to live up to them.
Alfred Adler
A lot of my work is to just stay as clear as I can, so I can be there, available and loving, but at the same time have a penetrating enough awareness that I don’t buy into the superficial sentimentality of the situation. And death, of course, is the ultimate melodrama.
By Howard Jay RubinJanuary 1983The Original Odd Couple, a soccer coach, a bibliophile
By Our ReadersJanuary 1983Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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