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I have always felt secretly selfish about my own compassion for others. My instant tearing at someone else's loss, or sadness, or agonizing over something to do with family; anyone's family. It's not that I feel for them, but that I feel. It is a personal fear that sets in: It could be me; it could be my daughter who is lost...

Though it is now officially known as Veteran's Day, I prefer to call this day of remembrance by its original and much more poetic title: Armistice Day.
 
This morning I woke, made some good, strong coffee and sat in front of the television with my husband, both of us too young to have ever feared a draft. We...

No matter how rich I might become, I will always be the daughter of a janitor
--Frances Varian, in Without a Net
 
When I was a tearaway teen my mother gave me only two rules: do not drive out of the county, and do not get pregnant. Of course I didn't listen; I was in a brutal and...

As you may have heard, here in sunny Southern California (too fucking sunny for my tastes, by the way) there is a grocery workers strike underway -- and goddamnit, am I proud of how my fellow San Diegans are turning out -- or rather, NOT turning out -- in favor of these union workers who are courageously and audaciously...

When I was pregnant, people said things like, "Oh, you are going to love being a mom." "Wait until you see your baby--instant love." "Once you hold your baby, the things that you once thought were important will no longer be important." All of these women, members of that secret club of mothers, would smile knowingly, and, I...

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