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... separated by flat lines, which look like little roads winding through golden fields. My dad is standing over her, kicking her. A scar marks the northeast corner of my dad’s forehead, which turns a deeper red than the rest of his face when he is angry. Driving back to our house after a late night, my...

... there was no dad again. Meanwhile, in the apartment building, rivulets of blood kept flowing. R He had two kids and a mother. The mother was a woman who went to church and that was where she went that day and the next day while a neighbor babysat. The kids? They went back to school after a few days...

... Museum sider that there is prerequisite work to do with Jews to un-numb when it first opened in Washington, D.C. Before gettingto the m u­ from the Holocaust and its continuing effects on all of our daily seum, my dad sat me down and said, “Honey, we just didn’t know lives. As we reach beyond...

... of excitement representation,” a slogan that is imprinted on all District license and fun with family and friends. But, every year plates. at the end of the fun and food somebody, usually The issue is political. Most of the residents of the District are my Dad...

..., I was suddenly overtaken by an affecting recollection from my own childhood: sitting with my dad in the old movie theater where he would often take me to see the numerous Japanese movies featuring Zatoichi, the blind masseur and swordsman. My schoolteacher father, though not a masseur or a swordsman...

... cheerful expression flickered with the memory. “They told me, ‘You won’t have to get deported if you tell me where your dad is.’” “I was just shocked,” he remembered. “I just kept saying, ‘I don’t know.’ But once they found my dad, the ICE officers told me: ‘You’re done. You lied to me. You’re going...

... would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she...

... a Unitarian funeral. Our mother was not a Unitarian. My sister mailed me my mother’s ashes first class. Later, I collected my dad’s, buried both side-by-side, Montauk daisies between— their unmarked rocks not too close. For a wedding present two years after our wedding, my sister gave us a folded...

..., moms and dads, so many young— then we go home and fear greets us in the kitchen, we go to bed with fear. Meanwhile a piggish king signs statement after statement, invisible missiles striking Liberty, Mother of Exiles, she who welcomed my grandparents fleeing pogroms . . . by now, my son...

... to the government, especially in the case of dead-beat dads. So whatever revenue is lost from the tax deduction would be more than made up from the vast savings in government expenditure for children that should not be the government’s responsibility. And this is aside from the vast...

... warm, easygoing mother and his stern, sometimes belligerent father. Malick sees Jack’s development in classically oedipal terms: he’s attached to his mom and hostile toward his dad, and his tensions are resolved when he realizes that his father is very much like he is, flawed and frustrated but trying...

... or many of the “Dads” like him. People want a better economic system. What is that specifically? If I have failed to find that in the article please let me know. In three weeks we might be evicted from our apartment because we are caught in a capitalist system that just doesn’t care about us so I’m...

... me not really knowing what panic had suddenly overcome me, the supposedly reasonable, reasonable, supposedly the me, overcome suddenly had panic what after “Dad! scurried knowing ” really and not shouted me son my remaining, conscience of my shred a with escape...

... me not really knowing what panic had suddenly overcome me, the supposedly reasonable, reasonable, supposedly the me, overcome suddenly had panic what after “Dad! scurried knowing ” really and not shouted me son my remaining, conscience of my shred a with escape...

... was frustrated at work, and also frustrated at home. Becky [her partner] and I argued nonstop, and it felt connected. The violence I despaired over in the prisoners resonated with me. I wasn’t physically violent, but I was an emotional bully just like my dad. When Beck}’ didn’t agree with me I...

...,” her dad says. But Olga counters, “How can I not do something when I am privileged, when Palestine is only a few kilometers from my house?” It is impossible to stand by, she says, once you’ve seen the human face of the men, women, and children who suffer because of your...

... letter to his dad, attempting to explain his “disagreeable” political stance as an outgrowth of the humanistic values father taught son, Coval alternates in tone from livid to dismayed, protective to vulnerable. Anyone who’s seriously engaged with the history and present of modern Israel can’t help...

... destructive U.S. Navy,the from home came Dad Stassen. Harold father, lican)—my a Repub­ (and an from with American tied Australia, was ambassador...

... as of Jewish custom and ritual, had no awareness that their ideals derived ultimately (and intimately) from the Hebrew prophets. You could draw a straight line from Isaiah shouting “Feed the hungry, clothe the naked” and “love the stranger” to my mom and dad, but they didn’t know it. Perhaps this was true...

... of a president descending from a military aircraft to claim victory against an evil enemy? Violence as United States Policy O n t h e very day tha t th irty -tw o pe o pl e d ied at Vir g in ia Te c h , 183 died in Bagh­ dad—the continuing deadly legacy of our misguided adventure in imposing...