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Comment on haunting words about climate change…from a book about food by rebecca

rebecca — Wed, 08 Feb 2012 02:40:39 +0000

It is terrifying. And yet we’re doing so little about it…

Comment on haunting words about climate change…from a book about food by gordon hardy

gordon hardy — Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:42:36 +0000

When we lived in Vermont in the early 80s, “Sugar on Snow” was a late-winter tradition. Anyone who has lived in New England for the past 40+ years can see the strange changes. Poignant, yes, and terrifying.

Comment on ida b. wells: the B stood for (cojones)* by Avenerareet

Avenerareet — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 14:08:45 +0000

Hello! Just want to say thank you for this interesting article! =) Peace, Joy.

Comment on i remember by rebecca

rebecca — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 02:27:41 +0000

I’m glad we’ve been friends so long too. I do remember talking to you that night. And crying. And watching the media reports (especially from the BBC, which for some reason I found oddly comforting because they were able to provide a somewhat less emotional view on what was happening).

Comment on i remember by Betty

Betty — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 00:23:42 +0000

I remember my father calling me that morning to tell me to turn on the TV. He usually doesn’t call at that hour so I knew something important was happening. I turned on the TV and felt confused about the smoke coming out of one of the towers, then saw another plane hit the other tower. I was still on the phone with him and we were both in disbelief. Soon, etched in my brain, is the image of the tower falling, collapsing. We called and I was the only one able to reach my Mom and I didn’t know to tell her to go north, south, or just stay in her office. I was so relieved when she and my sister-in-law both called to say that they were on their way home. Of course, that took many hours. I remember wanting to join them in NYC but the bridges and tunnels going into NYC were being closed. I remember feeling helpless.
I also remember you and I on the phone, crying together and talking for days about this awful day. I remember random strangers on the subway in the days afterward hugging each other and giving each other a squeeze to the hand in sympathy and understanding. We are ten years older and I hope, wiser. I am glad we’ve been friends since we were barely 18.