by Merle Hoffman rowing up in Philadelphia in the 1950s was a special kind of wasteland. a time when one’s worth and acceptance as a
The first time I heard it was in Detroit in 1982. The words shot out at me like bullets, creating an immediate mental image that
by Merle Hoffman It is the two outlaw women giving the ultimate “fuck you” to the patriarchy I never really wear the things: Political buttons,
by Merle Hoffman I have always had a problem with a style of consistency that demands seeing things in black and white holding the line
by Merle Hoffman Iam a child of the holocaust, a survivor of sorts, a kind of surrogate sufferer. I have never smelled the burning flesh
It was 1984, and Ronald Reagan was in the fourth year of his presidency. The country was awash in the mythology of patriotism and family
by Merle Hoffman I have an old friend who lives in North Miami. She’s bright, solidly middle class, married and a mother. She also carries
by Merle Hoffman “It was the prison that had proved the best school. A more painful, but a more vital, school. Here I had been
I am going to miss Ronald Reagan. Miss him in places of personal history and political passion. Miss him in a very special way because
It seemed to have happened quietly, quickly, very subtly. It was there, overshadowing everything else, demanding immediate attention – The funny part about it was
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