ARAYA

Have I got a  movie for you–a “tone poem” about a Venezuelan salt marsh! Netflix synopsis: Director Margo Benacerraf offers this acclaimed 1959 film that chronicles the harsh existence of Venezuelan laborers who manually recover salt from the tropical marshes of Araya, an ancient salf-producing region in that country. As Bennacerraf documents the harsh daily […]

RETREATING IN DAYTON

I am safely ensconced in my very nice room at the Marianist novitiate house at Mt. St. John’s in Dayton, Ohio. Raccoons, skunks, squirrels, a coyote or two, wild geese, rabbits. Cardinals, red-winged blackbirds. Savannah and prarie. Dogwoods, spirea, peonies, snowdrops, tulips, iris: creamy white, claret. Brother Don told many fascinating stories about birds’ nests. […]

BILL HICKS: REST IN PEACE

CAUTION: TODAY’S POST CONTAINS “ADULT” TRAGEDY AND “ADULT” HUMOR!! The century of health, hygiene and contraceptives, miracle drugs and synthetic foods, is also the century of the concentration camp and the police state, Hiroshima and the murder story. Nobody thinks about death, about his own death, as Rilke asked us to do, because nobody leads […]

THE QUEEN OF PEACE ROOM

New York writer, artist, and costumer Magie Dominic was abused as a child in her native Newfoundland, raped as an adult, and married to an abusive husband. She also gave birth to a daughter. Part of the avant-garde theater scene at the legendary Caffe Cino in Manhattan, in the ’80s she watched dozens of friends […]

CATHOLIC WORKER DENNIS APEL’S SENTENCING STATEMENT

DENNIS APEL, SECOND FROM LEFT

From Voices for Creative Nonviolence Voices in the Wilderness Delegate Dennis Apel’s Sentencing Statement from Vandenberg Witness Trial Defendants Dennis Apel, Jeff Dietrich, Fr. Louie Vitale, OFM, represented by Kate Chatfield, and Fr. Steve Kelly, SJ, in pro per, stood before Magistrate Rita Coyne-Federman for sentencing for their nonviolent witness on May 19, 2007. The […]

RESURRECTION MORNING: THE LADY WITH THE ASH BLOND WIG

THE ROAD TO EMMAUS, REMBRANDT

Back in 2000, when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, I had one overriding emotion: self-centered, panic-tinged fear. I didn’t know that eight years later I’d be fine, that the scar would be barely visible, that months would go by where the word “cancer” never entered my thoughts. Back then I still thought about it […]