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Christmas 1944

The small photo shows three children smiling, each clutching a book, waving to someone behind a third-story window. It is…

Going Beyond the Comfort Zone

It’s Saturday evening and the talent show is about to begin. The first act is a series of Irish jokes…

The Need for Radical Acceptance

I’m a 26-year-old African American Quaker. There are parts of my life that seem typical to the lives of young…

It's Not About a Hurricane

I spent six mid-April days in New Orleans, working with a group called Common Ground. I lived in a Catholic…

Standing for Miss Rosa

"I’ll go late in the day," I tell my husband. "That way, I’ll avoid most of the crowd." It’s Sunday,…

Quaker Money, Old Money, and White Privilege

“As a birthright Friend, she really knew her antiques.” This comment opened a testimony to the life of a beloved…

Friends Neighborhood Guild: A Quaker Presence in Philadelphia

The Beginnings In 1879, as an expression of concern for their new immigrant neighbors, Friends in the Northern Liberties section…

The AFSC and School Desegregation

Prince Edward County, Virginia, 1959-1964 The involvement of the Religious Society of Friends in Prince Edward County dates back to…

Repentance and Return

I have been carrying a burden of shame for a gross error in judgment. It creeps up on me at…

The Conflict over Abolition Activism: What Can We Learn from It?

In 2002, Westbury (N.Y.) Meeting celebrated 300 years of meetinghouses on its site. As coordinator of the celebration, part of…

In the Wake of Hurricane Isabel

The most powerful experience I had on a Friends Disaster Service (FDS) trip to Hyde County, N.C., was also the…

To the Desk Clerk Out There – Thank You

My first two years at college in the early 1970s were more like Apollo 13 than Apollo 11: I realized…
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