Every day around noon, my husband Michael, a political scientist and prolific writer, stops writing at his desk and walks to downtown Northampton...
For several weeks, I have been thinking about hope. As I reflect on hope and talk about it with progressive friends and colleagues, I am aware that...
I have visited Austin, Texas, numerous times over the past five years to visit my son. On a recent trip, I noticed what seemed to be a marked...
Years ago, when our son Sasha — now 30 — was a child, my husband, Michael, Sasha and I would take hands when we sat down to dinner, and I would...
For over a decade, I had the great honor of crisscrossing the country co-leading anti-racism workshops with Dr. Beverly Daniel Tatum, author of the...
My father was born in Turkey during the genocide of the Armenian people and escaped, with his parents and brother, fleeing to America where they...
Readers beware: This column repeats some themes from previous columns — intentionally. We are living in dangerous times. Some themes warrant...
In 1995, my sister Leslie wrote a play called “Nine Armenians,” which opened in New York City to rave reviews and then toured to some of the finest...
Someone told me this story is apocryphal, but I think it is true.During the Vietnam War, the Rev. A.J. Muste, much loved and admired pacifist...
Since Donald Trump’s inauguration over a year ago, many progressive people like me have reported feeling angry, anxious, appalled, sleepless, numb,...
I spent some time this week hunting around my house for a piece of black material to wear as an armband on Jan. 20, the one-year anniversary of...
Imagine if Donald Trump moved to Northampton and began to settle in our fine city. Imagine that he starts to look for work. Imagine him applying...