Life brings me many opportunities to talk with people who are serious about their work in the world, work that almost always involves some form of healing. Their lives are very different, but their dilemmas are often the same. Almost all of the teachers, therapists, community artists and activists I meet torture themselves about whether …
More and more, the things I care about seem to turn on a single question: can we human beings choose our actions, or are we in some very real sense controlled by other forces (whether our own brain chemicals or the commands of those in authority)? The oft-cited behavorial studies of Stanley Milgram in the …
My husband is a dedicated world-fixer. He is constantly aware of new ways our given reality could be improved. Take a ten-minute drive with him, for instance. I guarantee that before time is up, he will have articulated a need and supplied a proposal to fill it. “What were they thinking,” he’ll ask, “when they …
What holds us to the past? Being on vacation has given me the perfect laboratory to investigate that question. It’s perfect because for me, vacation time is free space. None of the figures who populate my past are present. My mementoes and reminders are all at home. No one is making demands. Except for my …
Words are my treasure and my pleasure, so it is surprising to find myself newly amazed at the power which can be packed into a single word. Case in point: “Apartheid.” Supporters of Israel’s current policies are up in arms over Jimmy Carter’s new book, Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid. They find it too critical of …
If only there were a futures market in the arrogance of foundation presidents, I would have broken the bank this week. On Sunday, the New York Times ran an article about the changes major foundations are making to keep up with Bill Gates’ mega-philanthropy. In it, the Rockefeller Foundation’s new president dismisses all that came …
“The unexamined life is not worth living,” said Socrates 1500 years ago, and I’m inclined to agree. Paul Gauguin’s enigmatic 1897 painting “Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?” has always seemed to me to embody the essence of the quest for meaning that gives value to our own lives—that …
We Americans have strange ideas about social class. In study after study, the vast majority (often more than 80 percent) self-identify as “middle class,” suggesting that for some people identity is aspiration and for some illusion. When social scientists study class distinctions based on measurable factors such as income, it turns out unsurprisingly that 1/3 …
The company was convivial, the food delicious, the candlelight and music divine. Then one guest, just making conversation, began to inventory recent outrages from the powers-that-be: did we hear about fraud and callousness in this government program? About this attack on civil liberties? About this scandal in high places? Air began to leak out of …
When I was an unhappy girl, I tried complaining to my mother (may she rest in peace). I only tried a few times, enough to realize her answer would invariably be the same. “Happy, schmappy!” she’d shrug, “Who’s happy?” If you’re listening, Mom, I’ve got an answer.