Heart of the matter: Silent God

It’s awfully quiet down here by Margaret Tazioli editor-in-chief   My God is a silent god. He no longer speaks to me. Not that I’m sure he ever did. I lie in the grass — feeling the irritated

Heart of the matter: Tone those muscles and rip those abs

Building the strength to carry the wounded soldier This is an embarrassing confession: a few months ago I got down on the floor to do a pushup only to discover I have zero upper body

Heart of the matter: Danger of labels

What we call someone matters. The names we use, the nicknames we give and the labels we declare all have meaning. So what happens when we reduce someone to a flirt or a tool or

Heart of the matter: (Re)define the relationship

by Margaret Tazioli editor-in-chief My friend raised one eyebrow and glanced at the young man walking beside me. I could imagine what she was thinking. She was probably sizing us up — measuring our height

Let’s talk prohibition

by Margaret Tazioli editor-in-chief I still remember the first time I tried alcohol. I was 21, and my brother was home for Christmas break. It was during one of his midnight kitchen raids when he pulled

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