essays & stories

Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.

- Tim O’Brien

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Socialism and Labor Zionism: The Key to Early Israel

World affairs in 1948 were much different than they were three years prior. At the beginning of 1945, World War II (WWII) had been raging on for nearly six years as Nazi Germany still existed under the control of Adolf Hitler. The United States of America (U.S.) and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics (U.S.S.R.) were allied with each other, albeit their political…


It’s raining out. You’re sitting at the desk in your brothers room typing on the computer; an assignment for English. It will make up 70% of your grade. Through the shutters you see the outline of an abandoned house and an old tree. It’s older than the neighborhood is. The sounds of cars pass by at an average interval of seven seconds. You know that because you always received an “A” in every math class you’ve ever taken. You think either the sky is orange or the window is dirty…

Adopt-a-Journalist: Paul Feist

Paul Feist has been around journalism for a long time. Over thirty years and counting, with no sign of slowing down any time soon.

The Bay Area native enjoyed a quarter-century long career as a reporter and editor, beginning with his first writing gig for local weekly publications…

The Israeli-Palestinian Conflict: Right-Wing Positions Are Obstacles to Peace

In 1947 the United Nations General Assembly adopted a plan to partition what was then the British Mandate of Palestine. Additionally, a deadline for British control of the mandate was set for May 14, 1948. [1] The moment Prime Minister David Ben-Gurion declared Israeli independence on the same day, the regional Arab neighbors of Egypt, Syria, Transjordan…

nanny, an elegy

We all knew her as Nanny

The mother to my own

Summer trips to Wisconsin never growing old

The countless lunches at Bay View

Deli and afternoons spent in Uncle Tom’s

Shop, the smell of wood varnish still lingering strong…

California drought Leaves yosemite high and dry

Having spent summers and a few winters in Yosemite National Park in California, it’s faily easy for me to imagine taking a walk through any section of sequoia tree forest. The warm summer sun is kept at bay by the friendly giants that rise hundreds of feet into the sky, dispersing that fresh wilderness scent throughout the air that cleanses the respiratory tract. Twigs crack…