Well, it finally happened.
Columns
Joyce Hollyday 3-01-1995
There are many callings. Some people teach. Some people write. Some people sing operas, and some train dogs.
Marybeth Shea 3-01-1995
I cut my political teeth on United Farm Worker grape boycotts in California's San Joaquin Valley.
Carey Burkett 3-01-1995
It takes love to bake a cake. Cakes cannot be baked indifferently or in a hurry.
Marybeth Shea 12-01-1994
I guess I am doin' all right. I'm studyin', and like the teacher says, it pays off.
Jim Wallis 12-01-1994
This fall's elections were indeed a political turning point. The Democrats who say their debacle was only a rejection of politics in general and whoever was in power are just wrong.
Carey Burkett 12-01-1994
It is fitting that this morning, after paying bills and moaning about another increase in our health insurance premium, I came across a Russian proverb in a nutrition magazine
Ed Spivey Jr. 12-01-1994
A new day has dawned in our country. Unfortunately, that day is some time in the 1950s.
Carey Burkett 11-01-1994
Someday I would like to see a cranberry harvest: crimson fruit floating on flooded coastal fields, skimmed off like a school of tropical fish.
Jim Wallis 11-01-1994
What if, in front of the whole world, the U.S. pledged unequivocal U.S. support for the restoration of democracy in Haiti?
Ed Spivey Jr. 11-01-1994
It started with the kind of silence that makes a parent sit bolt upright in his bed; an unnatural awakening, a feeling of something wrong.
Jonathan R. Anderson 9-01-1994
As I yelled at Melissa and Gabriel for disobeying, a terrible contradiction flashed before me, but I beat it down, intent on winning this battle of wits.
Rufina Amaya 9-01-1994
Rufina Amaya is one of the few survivors of the 1981 massacre in the Salvadoran village of El Mozote.
Joyce Hollyday 9-01-1994
I’m not sure why I turned on the television that Friday night. Mountains stand between me and most airwaves, and my old TV set tunes into only two channels.
Carey Burkett 9-01-1994
It’s hot. The yard needs mowing—the grass is so tall I have to wear rubber boots in the morning dew.
Ed Spivey Jr. 9-01-1994
People don’t always say what they mean (I meant to say that). And this past summer brought several examples of the daily "little white lies" we tell each other.