Elderhood for the World
The first time I realized that I was old, at least in the eyes of others, was when a young woman stood up in a crowded bus to give me her seat.
Kent State and the Next Generation
Kent State is my American Jerusalem.
Housing and Low-Income Americans
The timing could not have been more appropriate: On the first day of the annual conference in Washington, D.C., of the National Low Income Housing Coalition, the Department of Housing and Urban Develo
On Dying Well
In the last few years, I have become increasingly involved with death.
A Papal Age Limit?
Six years have passed over the Holy See since 1870, and its organization has been dying out year after year.
Books and Culture
My mother, in an unusually arch moment, once proffered a solution to all the church-state debates about Christmas crèches on public squares.
Memoirists rule the literary roosts these days, but sometimes with a bad conscience.
If one is looking for a book on grief and grieving based on lived experience rather than more remote psychosocial theories, then Thomas Atti