Outside the Circle

Cindy Milstein

Transforming Grief

My mom’s been on my mind all this September 3 day & night, like mist. She was here this time last year, just barely. Eleven months gone. One month more … Continue reading

September 7, 2014 · Leave a comment

Acting Up for Gaza

Usually, I don’t like twitter. Its enforced brevity seems to speak volumes about the reduction of our ability to understand and articulate the complexities of social phenomena; its ephemeral character … Continue reading

July 29, 2014 · Leave a comment

Unpalatable Celebrations

BARB That is my mom’s name. That was her name. Today, July 28, is — would have been — her birthday. We had this ritual, on this day, she and … Continue reading

July 28, 2014 · Leave a comment

To Pieces

There’s a way in which falling to pieces, brokenness, is the only choice in this present social order, which denies life at every turn. We can hardly face the news … Continue reading

July 21, 2014 · Leave a comment

Slow to Notice

Yet again, despite my disbelief in horoscopes (though profound belief in the value of looking up at the stars), there’s an eerie convergence of my life and the one person’s … Continue reading

July 15, 2014 · Leave a comment

One Can Never Build Too Many Homes

I’m fortunate. I have a home in San Francisco in the heart of what’s left of the Mission with 15 eccentric, good-hearted folks-as-family in a 10-year-old anarchist collective space, even … Continue reading

July 10, 2014 · Leave a comment

Creature Comforts

Today this 10-year-old — one of my favorite kids in the world, and now part of my chosen family here in my childhood hometown of East Lansing, Michigan, a place … Continue reading

July 3, 2014 · Leave a comment

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