The Afghan Peace Volunteers have a Global Day of Listening call on the 21st Day of every month. People come on the call to network with other activists and people living in troubled areas around the globe.
“Love is going to fuck you up.” The ominous words rang out from a woman standing on the street corner. Pointing at me, the woman declared, “You are going to have to die before you can love anybody here.” I knew she was right.
On Monday, August 18, our friends The Peace Poets, a collective of artists that celebrate, examine and advocate for life through music and poetry, announced to their community that they had decided to divert from their current tour schedule to join the
I have not slept for days. Last night I stood again at the front lines of a mass protest in Ferguson, Missouri. We were marching peacefully, calling for justice in the wake of the killing of Michael Brown last week.
On Friday, August 15, there was, finally, a feeling of relative calm.
“Her father was killed in Helmand amidst fighting between the Taliban and the Afghan/U.S.-NATO forces,” said a relative about Gul Jumma, who looked down, shy and full of angst, sensing a future that’s not pro
This Friday, August 15, 2014 at 11:30 a.m.
I’m writing this from Konstanz, Germany.
The black-and-white beans danced around the screen. The heartbeats thundered through the speakers. My wife and I could not believe our eyes. We knew exactly what they were: twins.
Konstanz, Germany: IFOR 100th Anniversary Conference and 25th Quadrennial Council