In Paris, women were not considered interesting until they were middle-aged. The Mist of Montmartre
The Mist of MontmartreAt the age of four, you were an artist. And at seven, you were a poet.
Linchpin: Are You Indispensable?Books were something that happened to readers. Readers were the victims of books.
The Poison Eaters and Other StoriesThat's peace - real peace. To come to the end - not to have to go on... Yes, peace.
And Then There Were NoneThe Bronze Age was such a third-place era.
The Titanic would never have sunk if it were made out of a sink.Beauty is transformed over time, and not without destruction.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceMost of all, differences of opinion are opportunities for learning.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceMythmaking is the evolutionary enterprise of translating truths.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceFinding one’s voice is a process of finding one’s passion.
When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four Variations on VoiceHiroshima and Nagasaki were atomized at a time when the Japanese were suing desperately for peace.
Revolutionary Nonviolence: Essays