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Remembering Donald Paneth, Maverick Journalist
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How to Say Goodbye to a Stranger
For two decades I’ve lived on this short block in Downtown Brooklyn and I can remember nearly every moving…
The Final Act: How We Can Learn To Face Our Deaths With Clarity And Compassion
Those of us who have lived seven decades or more can set an example by approaching death openly, with curiosity, even with hope.
Diaper Change, Climate Change: Reflections on Parenting in an Era of Global Warming
Just as I took off his diaper, my son shit again. It happens. But he focused and pumped out…
Oral History Preserves Bushwick One Story at a Time
At an April Community Board 4 meeting in Bushwick, city planners were repeatedly interrupted by the audience. “Affordable to…
The Happiest, Most Depressing Essay Ever
I always notice them when I’m walking along the street. There’s no identifying characteristic, necessarily, it’s just something that…
Hank’s For All The Memories: A Long-Standing Boerum Hill Haunt Bites the Dust
Ernest Hemingway wrote of the importance of a “clean, well-lighted place.” I would counter that a dark den of…
The best way to stop rape in our culture would be for men and boys to stop raping. In…