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...next Brownie meeting, Mom got to the office early, rushed through her tasks, then made an excuse and left. She drove across town like Sandra Bullock in Speed. Arriving at the Brownie meeting, Mom sat down and basked for a few moments in a glow of satisfaction. It was then that she noticed the Brownie leader looking at her. "It's lovely to see you, Mrs. Johnson," the woman said. "But maybe next time you could bring your daughter as well?" "I forgot the kid," recalls the mom. "Can you believe it, I forgot...
...sure, past is not prediction. Simply because other imperial powers have succumbed to hubristic temptation does not mean that the U.S., basking in the glow of military triumph in Iraq, will do the same. But some cheerleaders of the Bush Administration have said enough to make those outside the U.S. believe that Washington wants to change more regimes than just Iraq's and that it is happy, if necessary, to go its own merry way, ignoring the interests and concerns of others. In the most notorious of such comments, James Woolsey, a member of the Pentagon's advisory Defense Policy...
Before I left to spend a year in Israel, I bought some art supplies, expecting to use them with children in my capacity as a volunteer. Seven months later, however, my crayons and glow-in-the-dark stickers found their way onto the cardboard box containing my gas mask. It was that same day that I was ordered to stay in Jerusalem, preferably near places with public shelters, and to carry my gas mask with me at all times. Now, three weeks later, as the American troops have attacked much of Western Iraq, the only area from which a missile...
...young St. Josemaría Escriva, whom Elmbrook residents call simply “the Founder” or just “Father,” peers out, watching over the room. Further back in the house is a Spartan chapel, dully lit, with only a low glow of sunlight creeping in softly through stained glass windows...
...special sculpting tool (“You can buy this tool at your local art supply store, and it’s marvelous,”) the agreeable, television-induced stupor that had previously evaded me finally set in. Here at last was television as an escape. The glow of the studio lights and Martha’s instruction that we pay a visit to the local art supply store in order to properly core our pears leant television the air of unreality I had remembered so fondly. Gone was the uncomfortable immediacy of all those exploding bombs...