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Ways of Seeing
Not Sophie’s Choice
I had been supporting myself since I was 17 and my inability to find meaningful and financially rewarding work left me feeling embarrassed, ashamed and fearful. I had let down those I loved and who were proud of my achievements. The image I have of myself during this dark time is being trapped at the bottom of an alchemist’s crucible – painfully watching as long-held assumptions about who I was dissipated like smoke from the transforming fire.
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Experiments
The fix we’re in
I fret. How the heck will we turn this this world right if our youth aren’t at the grindstone? Some are dutiful, but most (as with the rest of society) are willing to Wii as Rome burns. But I know my anxiety doesn’t help a whit. It’s my work ethic taking over, as the work ethic does.
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Experiments
The dust bunny revolution
Along with dishes, I put the following tasks in the category of household work: growing one’s food, cooking, cleaning, laundry and caring for children, the elderly and others who cannot manage the essentials of life (I’m referring largely to the unpaid versions of these tasks). The list could be longer, but you get the idea.
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Editorial
Context is everything
Our self-identity is profoundly shaped by the communities in which we belong.
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The Soapboxer
Jesus loves me, and my image of him
Obviously Jesus was a hippie.
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Letter
Harmonizing without homogenizing
Responses to critique on New Monastiscism
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Letter
New monasticism, also known as ordinary life in the neighbourhood
Responses to a New Monasticism critique that it’s an approach pushing the marginalized back to the margins,
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Editorial
The ‘war on cancer’
Cancer fundraising efforts used to portray people with the disease as “victims” or “sufferers.”
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Editorial
Posing as progressive: The problem with PC
I support the use of respectful language for marginalized and stigmatized people. I also think it important to consider the shadow side to political correctness.
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Editorial
The more politically correct, the better
Political correctness is a bit like the cork in a wine bottle, or the cotter pin in a trailer hitch, or the doorknob on a door – a very small thing behind which lies a whole body of analysis about oppression and the way it operates in the world. Every time I use or defend politically correct language, I draw on that body of analysis, without always articulating the full force of it
