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Last night I had the strangest dream I've ever had before: I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war.
Heide Estes
“When feminism does not explicitly oppose racism, and when antiracism does not incorporate opposition to patriarchy, race and gender politics often end up being antagonistic to each other and both interests lose.”
Kimberlè Crenshaw
On the Bedside Table
- Bernd Heinrich, In a Patch of Fireweed
- Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir
- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, El Principito
- Margaret Cruikshank, Learning to be Old
- Tiffany Yu, The Anti-Ableist Manifesto
- Frank Bruni, The Beauty of Dusk
- Andreas Kieling, Ein deutscher Wandersommer
- Blair Braverman, Welcome to the Goddamn Ice Cube
- Anto Gamunev, ¿Guat de Foc, María?
- Max Weinreich, History of the Yiddish Language
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Now isn't that just kinda like life? Lotsa hard stuff, solid history, and in the middle of it all something beautiful and memorable
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