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What We Need Words For

September 2001

One way to love myself is to stand still when sadness comes sweeping in like a storm. This means not judging the storm, and not condemning myself for getting drenched; three-quarters of the world is covered in water.

Mothers And Sons

Picking out a baby outfit, playing an innocent game, becoming a caregiver

March 2001

How I yearn to be a better man, though I know that’s just a different kind of greed.

Sunbeams

We have so many words for states of mind, and so few for the states of the body.

Jeanne Moreau

Getting Free

Escaping The Prisons Of Our Own Making — An Interview With Bo Lozoff

Those three years of retreat were the hardest of my life. I’d been doing prison work for almost twenty years, but that one incident in Louisiana popped my balloon, and everything deflated. I had no energy. Had I been in a mainstream career, people would have pushed me to take Prozac. But I recognized that a very important spiritual development was occurring, and I needed to follow it to its conclusion.

Rose Stein Speaking Within The Poetry Circle At The Jewish Home For The Aged In The Bronx

Happiness

Ground zero, fuzzy kittens, the most beautiful roundhouse right punch

Making A Difference

Boxing lessons, frozen puddles, individualized sandwiches