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January 1, 2000

Vol.182 / No.1

January 1, 2000

David E. NantaisJanuary 01, 2000

Billy Joel once said in an interview on "60 Minutes" that he thinks of his songs as his children. He remarked that some of them go on to become doctors and lawyers (presumably the Top 40 Hits), while others grow up to be bums. I wonder if Billy believes that any of his "kids" cou

David S. ToolanJanuary 01, 2000

Each crisp winter morning these days, I smell the steam heat creeping through the old radiators of my Upper West Side Manhattan apartment. The hot water for my morning shower also (almost) never fails. How remarkable these little comforts are! I have a fresh appreciation for warmth because two month

James S. TorrensJanuary 01, 2000

Henry A. Foley, currently chief operating officer of the Menlo Health Alliance in Menlo Park, Calif., and former director of other medical groups in the state, has also been director of Behavioral Health Services for Hawaii and a deputy director and planning chief at the National Institute of Mental

Of Many Things
David S. ToolanJanuary 01, 2000

On the chilly afternoon of Nov. 30, I headed up Broadway bound for a party, the celebration of Commonweal magazine’s 75th anniversary. Arriving at Fordham-Lincoln Center’s McNally Amphitheater, I plunked myself down next to Bob Hoyt, Commonweal’s "senior writer," and Denn

Letters
Our readersJanuary 01, 2000

Time Has Come

Congratulations on the issue that focused on women in the church (11/27). The contributors provided an excellent overview of both the contributions of women to the life of the church and an exploration of issues that

Editorials
The EditorsJanuary 01, 2000

"Any day is a good day to be born and any day is a good day to die," said Pope John XXIII toward the end of his life. He was affirming that within the perspective of eternity every day is significant, and for each individual any day may be momentous. He was not denying that within the pers

Faith in Focus
Mary RiveraJanuary 01, 2000

CABBAGE PATCH dolls were all the rage some years ago. My husband fell in with the crowd and bought several for my daughter, Christina, when she was little. I watched her play with them. She dressed them in old baby clothes that I still had, and carried them tenderly everywhere for weeks. Somewhere