May Day has come and gone. I couldn’t stay home from work because I’m retired, and I couldn’t stay home from school because I’m not a student, but I abstained from shopping and attended my town’s local May Day Strong demonstration—one of 5,000 across the country. The...
There was a time when I had all the words, and none of them could say what I was carrying. I could explain where I came from. I could move between languages. I could make sense of my story in ways that sounded clear to others. But there was a feeling that didn’t...
The expression “jumped the shark” derives from a 1977 Happy Days episode in which Fonzie jumped over a shark while water skiing. The expression marks an inflection point when something—be it a TV series or a presidency—has passed its prime and entered a period of...
For months I have been carrying a quiet horror, not only about the Epstein revelations themselves, but about where we were and were not pointing our attention. Then a [February 7, 2026] Instagram post by Harsha Walia, a visionary organizer and author whose work I...
Why is it mostly boomers who show up at No Kings Day rallies? Where are all the college students? Why, when we old folks were college students, we were out there protesting the Viet Nam War. What is it with kids today? I’m told today’s youth has soured on peaceful...
