"After God left me, / I got along all right for a while…"

"In the stooped squat of age, I grab a plastic cup and lid…"

"Recently I fell for clickbait because the tagline sounded so binary and sexist / that I wanted to see just how dumb it was…"

Nearly ten years ago, we started monthly reading groups at Santa Monica (Calif.)

Ending Gun Violence

Quakers on both sides of the Atlantic joined together on October 7—the 250th anniversary of the death of American Quaker…

Freeing spirituality from the tight boxes we call churches and meetinghouses.

Confronting and transforming pain in our meetings.

A White Quaker’s approach to racial justice.

A Friend recounts sacred moments of transition between this world and the next.

What does it really mean to be a Friend?

Acknowledging Our Participation in the Industrialized World.