“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
For audio version click here I’ve returned from the gym and worked for hours cleaning the lawn of branches, then raking and mowing and sweeping; Wolfie wants his long walk too. When we hit the woods together, my head feels as light and empty as a drained glass. I’m not thinking an anxious thing. Finally, I can just see, and what I see falls into me. The sky is a sharp-edged blue, a storm-cleansed blue. We […]
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For audio version click here Our stories serve as a record of what we did on a given day and often describe what we felt at the time. They help us trace the intersecting lines that have brought us to the present. Our stories are the vivid presentation of our history, but all good stories connect us to another. When someone tells us his story, we walk with him through his landscapes and with him see all those people he captures […]
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For audio version click here Pushing the broom across the floor in an empty mall early on Saturday, she kept her eyes down, but then flicked them up and around, stealthily. I guessed that she was trying to make herself small — Latino, dark haired, older, just a woman sweeping a floor. A girl in front of me said good morning to her quietly, and the sweeper smiled a quick smile, one gold tooth trapping a hint of […]
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For audio version click here It was there, just that fast, rising up from under the car in front of us, flailing and shredded. For a moment I thought it was something alive before it configured itself into a long, wide piece of tread from a tractor trailer. Hemmed into the middle lane of Interstate 95, rushing along at 65 mph, there was no place to escape. Its strike came full across the left bumper […]
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