Curry’s Common Ground

By | 2017-03-22T15:21:35+00:00 March 23rd, 2017|Categories: Issue 17: 23 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Mary Petiet   The man behind the counter glances between the potent spice mixes and my ten-year-old son. “You like this?” the man asks in a heavy Pakistani accent. He starts ringing up the sale, and cultures connect as my blond towhead grins widely and tells him he loves curry. When I was ten years old, [...]

Brother, Can You Spare the Time?

By | 2017-03-09T15:13:45+00:00 March 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 15: 9 Mar 2017|Tags: , |

By Kevin Patrick McCarthy   Every day, impoverished buskers lay down a diverse soundtrack on the Pearl Street Mall in Boulder. Even as we studiously avoid their eyes, we’re ensnared in their webs of mood and memory. They count on our collective wondering and remembered joys. My favorite is a skinny longhair. His white whiskers are choppy, [...]

Black Lives Matter? Will Our Stories Save Us?

By | 2017-02-22T16:41:03+00:00 February 23rd, 2017|Categories: Issue 13: 23 Feb 2017|Tags: , , , , , , , |

By Amy Abugo Ongiri   Asa Sullivan didn’t want to go back to jail and he shouldn’t have had to. But, on June 6, 2006, neighbors in a rapidly gentrifying area of San Francisco called the police to report what they believed to be suspicious behavior. Though they did not have a search warrant, police entered [...]

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March, redoubled: When plans go South by K Walton

By | 2017-02-23T11:46:04+00:00 February 9th, 2017|Categories: Issue 11: 9 Feb 2017|Tags: , , , , |

Hi, Julie, Thank you for writing your essay, “March, interrupted: When plans go South” (Writers Resist, February 2, 2017 issue). Thank you for raising your pen in service of the movement and for speaking from a place of awareness and resistance. Thank you for lifting up hope in the face of all the fear and anxiety [...]

March, interrupted: When plans go South

By | 2017-02-23T11:55:31+00:00 February 2nd, 2017|Categories: Issue 10: 2 Feb 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Julie M. Friesen   I’m at the center of the world right now, but soon I’ll go far right of center, to Southwest Georgia. My husband has lost a grandmother, and his mother has lost her mother. I need to be there, meaning I can’t be here. After November 8, a groundswell movement has given [...]

Why I marched

By | 2017-02-23T11:57:44+00:00 February 2nd, 2017|Categories: Issue 10: 2 Feb 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Julie Harthill Clayton Two Saturdays ago, I stood, marched, cried, chanted and exercised my first amendment right “peaceably to assemble” with a diverse sea of humanity–500,000 or more–for the Women’s March on Washington. It was one of the most memorable and moving experiences of my life. Why did I march? Because “women’s rights are human [...]

Why we march

By | 2017-02-23T11:59:39+00:00 February 2nd, 2017|Categories: Issue 10: 2 Feb 2017|Tags: , , |

By Rachel Federman   We march because we want to send a message to refugees, to Muslims, to members of the LGBTQ and African American communities, to recent immigrants and to all women, but especially young girls. The message is this: We stand with them and we will fight alongside them. Because we believe in science. [...]

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Bedtime Stories from Donald Trump

By | 2017-02-23T12:07:33+00:00 January 26th, 2017|Categories: Issue 9: 26 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , |

By Deanne Stillman   “Who has read The Art of the Deal in this room?” Donald Trump last year at a Liberty University rally. "Everybody. I always say, a deep, deep second to The Bible.” Long before Trump requested a show of hands, there was someone who proclaimed her admiration for the book in an online forum. This was Laurel [...]

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Dear Daughter by Lia Langworthy

By | 2017-02-23T12:28:46+00:00 January 19th, 2017|Categories: Issue 8: 19 Jan 2017|Tags: , |

Dear daughter, Your body shook with tears as CNN declared him the winner. Numb and stoic, I held you, the circuits of my mind overloaded, broken, unable to process what I was hearing and seeing. I imploded with treacherous emotions. Comforting words eluded me. I called your father, for him to deal with your fears and [...]

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A Century of Chipping at the Ceiling

By | 2017-02-23T12:34:49+00:00 January 12th, 2017|Categories: Issue 7: 12 Jan 2017|Tags: , , , , , , , , |

By Robbie Gamble When I was seven years old, my parents escorted me into a room in a retirement home in Carmel, CA, to meet an old friend of the family. She was a slight, elderly woman with a friendly face and a clear strong voice, and she knew how to set a fidgety, slightly precocious [...]

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President Truman calls on all liberals and progressives

By | 2017-02-23T19:13:31+00:00 January 5th, 2017|Categories: Issue 6: 5 Jan 2017|Tags: , , |

Address in St. Paul at the Municipal Auditorium. October 13, 1948, worth revisiting today Mr. Mayor, and fellow Democrats of Minnesota: Tonight, I pay tribute to the liberal spirit of the people of Minnesota—in the cities, on the farms, in the forests, and in the iron country of this great State. In this center of practical [...]

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Our Hitler

By | 2017-02-23T21:02:38+00:00 December 29th, 2016|Categories: Issue 5: 29 Dec 2016|Tags: , , , |

By Eduardo Santiago In our house, November 25 is called Markmas because it is exactly a month previous to Christmas, and it is my husband Mark's birthday. He loves all holidays and adding another one is a tradition the rest of the family and all of our friends support. What should we call November 25th now [...]