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    MY VIEW: Not Our Bodies, Not Ourselves Paid Member

    SINCE MY SISTER began medical school last fall, she has spoken constantly about an obese female corpse she refers to as “my cadaver”: “She’s so fat, it’s hard to find the nerves and muscles. You have to do a lot of poking around.” Or, “When we first opened her up, there was still shit in her intestines. Can you believe that? She died two years ago!” Although I was amused (and occasionally disgusted) by my� More »
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    ON PARENTING: As If I Were Your Mother Paid Member

    MY SON WAS less than twenty-four hours old, and I knew he was going to die. The yellow cotton hat snuggled on his precious head, the brown handknit blanket securing his winging arms, he lay silently in the neonatal-ICU clear plastic crib. Veins no longer pricked, oxygen hood gone, lungs finally clear, he was healthy. Skye was coming home, yet I knew he would die. Some day. I had studied the face of mortality before,� More »
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    Digesting The Dharma Paid Member

    In my last column, I provided a brief history of the attempt to anthologize Buddhist texts, to reduce the teachings of Buddhism to a single volume. The organization of these anthologies was often telling, revealing the presuppositions and prejudices of the editors. Some were chronological, beginning with Pali texts (believed to be the earliest sources) and moved on to Indian Mahayana, then to China, and sometimes Tibet, and ended with some works of Japanese Zen.… More »
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    ON CONFLICT: Teaching Ground Paid Member

    A few years ago, near my office at Marianopolis College in Montreal, a colleague called out and asked me to mediate in an argument he was having with a student about the Middle East. I was running late, so, with a burst of laughter, I spontaneously answered, “They are all crazy over there! That is all you need to know.” Those words have haunted me ever since, both because of their flippancy and because I meant them. I did not have time to enter a discussion then, and I was - to an extent - just kidding. But I did believe, although I never admitted it, that everyone in the Middle East was crazy, that it was that simple. More »
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    ON GARDENING: A Trace of Figs Paid Member

    Not so long ago I had just finished pruning a beloved Black Mission fig tree when breaking archaeobotanical news rocked my world. A handful of charred figs, carbonized and unearthed in the ruins of a burned village north of the ancient city of Jericho, pushed the known dawn of agriculture back a thousand years to 9400 B.C.E. More »
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    MY VIEW: Do I Mind? Paid Member

    Keeping your head in a mindless world. More »