Death takes the Stage
by Merle Hoffman Nothing focuses the mind like the prospect of death. Contemplating the cessation of being immediately changes priorities. ...
by Merle Hoffman Nothing focuses the mind like the prospect of death. Contemplating the cessation of being immediately changes priorities. ...
by Merle Hoffman All told 1985 was not an unusually dangerous year. There had been a rash of fire bombings ...
by Merle Hoffman In the morning that I would be posing for photographers for an upcoming profile in Lears magazine ...
by Merle Hoffman In some ways my personal and political ties with Russia seem to have an uncanny quality -almost like destiny. ...
by Merle Hoffman Ionce attended a small social gathering which included a woman who professed great skill in analyzing people ...
by Merle Hoffman It was one of those defining moments: I am watching the finals of the Miss USA pageant ...
by Merle Hoffman Ihave this fantasy. It’s a variation on that wonderful scene in the movie “Network,” when the eccentric, ...
by Merle Hoffman rowing up in Philadelphia in the 1950s was a special kind of wasteland. a time when one’s ...
The first time I heard it was in Detroit in 1982. The words shot out at me like bullets, creating ...
by Merle Hoffman It is the two outlaw women giving the ultimate “fuck you” to the patriarchy I never really ...
by Merle Hoffman I have always had a problem with a style of consistency that demands seeing things in black ...
It was 1984, and Ronald Reagan was in the fourth year of his presidency. The country was awash in the ...
by Merle Hoffman I have an old friend who lives in North Miami. She’s bright, solidly middle class, married and ...
by Merle Hoffman “It was the prison that had proved the best school. A more painful, but a more vital, ...
I am going to miss Ronald Reagan. Miss him in places of personal history and political passion. Miss him in ...
It seemed to have happened quietly, quickly, very subtly. It was there, overshadowing everything else, demanding immediate attention – The ...
by Merle Hoffman “I love your enemies because they drive you to my arms for comfort” -Edna St. Vincent Millay ...
by Merle Hoffman learned about paddings accidentally many years ago. It was in a time before my consciousness was raised. ...
by Merle Hoffman The question came at me from left field. It was raining, cold and very early in the ...
by Merle Hoffman MH: How did you achieve your level of political consciousness and activism? PK: One of my mottos is that ...
by Merle Hoffman have always worn a lot of black, even when it was out of fashion. Perhaps it was ...
by Merle Hoffman It was the pots and pans that finally activated me. I had followed the case for days ...
by Merle Hoffman November, 1985 did not come quietly for me. It was a month of immersion in violence and ...
by Merle Hoffman I am overhearing a phone conversation – the tone of the speaker is intimate – concerned – ...
by Merle Hoffman It was Mother’s Day and the son of William Schroeder was responding to repeated questions on David ...
by Merle Hoffman In the cheaper stores, it’s much more obvious – Sometimes there’s a big sign announcing that everything ...
by Merle Hoffman The Rev. Beatrice Blair has served as Executive Director of National NARAL and as chair of its ...
by Merle Hoffman With Volume V, On the Issues is pleased to welcome two contributing editors: Florence Kennedy and Irene ...
by Merle Hoffman She must have been in her mid-40s. The lines and depressions in her face testified to a ...
by Merle Hoffman She must have been in her mid-40s. The lines and depressions in her face testified to a ...
by Merle Hoffman I remember it distinctly the point in time when I became political: it was summer, 1976, and ...