Frida Berrigan

Frida Berrigan, a columnist for WagingNonviolence.org, serves on the board of the War Resisters League and organizes with Witness Against Torture.

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Sunday, April 20, 2014 - 9:00am
Solidarity and Social Change in Aisle 5
The girl behind the checkout counter at Shop Rite sighed deeply and pushed her manager call button. A slightly older girl shuffled over wearily. “WIC,” the checkout girl said, turning the three letters that stand for Women, Infants and Children — the government-funded supplemental nutrition program...
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Saturday, February 8, 2014 - 7:15pm
Being a Stay-at-Home Mom in a World That Needs 24/7 Activists
When you are a stay-at-home mom, the world gets very small — nursing and diapers, and then when that is mastered, adding in the rest of the laundry, the bills, the dishes, the groceries and the tidying up. I almost added meals to that list, but thankfully, my husband does most of the cooking.
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Sunday, January 12, 2014 - 8:24am
Why I Keep Working to Close Guantánamo
I have a long trip ahead of me this weekend. It begins with the Shore Line East commuter train in Old Saybrook, Conn. I will transfer to the Metro-North in New Haven. From Grand Central Station in New York, my roller bag and I will walk across town to the Bolt Bus stop at 12th Avenue and 33rd Street. I’ll hop a bus to Baltimore and spend the night with my mom. Then take the MARC train — the Baltimore to Washington, D.C.
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013 - 8:47am
Christmas in Community
When my brother, sister and I were young, we would celebrate Christmas every year in Syracuse, N.Y. with my dad’s older brother and his family. It was a six-hour drive, often in the snow.
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Sunday, September 8, 2013 - 8:58am
The Ultimate Loaded Question: What’s for Dinner?
Right now, my son is grinding stale Cheerios into a fine powder with the bottom of his sippy cup. He is also mushing banana into water he has poured on his tray to make a nice pudding that he will no doubt pour on the floor. Welcome to the toddler trattoria.
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Sunday, August 4, 2013 - 1:42pm
Saying No To Your Tiny Techie
I am old school. I got my first cell phone in 2003 and have not upgraded since. It is a flip phone that makes and receives calls, and sends and accepts text messages. Supposedly it has a camera, but I don’t know how it works.
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Friday, July 19, 2013 - 2:33pm
At Least I Have My Health
I never really thought all that much about health care. We didn’t have any while we were growing up. Our parents and community depended on doctor friends for care and prescriptions. Lee Randoll was an old school doctor who made house calls, prescribed aspirin for most ailments and convinced our parents not to get our tonsils taken out. He carried an old fashioned doctor bag and was tall and lean. When Lee retired and later died, we went to the poor people’s clinic a few miles away. I remember being shocked when the doctor asked me if I was sexually active.
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Friday, July 5, 2013 - 12:32pm
All You Need To Do Is Ask — Finding Childcare On The Go
“I need help.” Those are three of the hardest words in the English language — for me anyway. I don’t need any help. I can do it myself. That was (marginally) true for a long time.
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Sunday, June 16, 2013 - 8:23am
What Do You Give a First-Rate Father on a Second-Rate Holiday?
There is a dirty diaper sitting on the back of the sofa. It was neatly wrapped, the urine soaked cloth enveloped in a star-printed outer layer. I walked by it two or three times before it registered in my tired mind. And then I flashed in irritation: “Gross, Patrick!” My husband had changed the baby’s diaper and then left it right there.
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Sunday, May 26, 2013 - 10:03am
Pomp and Circumspect
There are no caps and gowns at Hampshire College. At least not when I graduated 16 years ago. I wore a long red dress with blotches of other colors and a bright blue scarf around my head (it was the 90s, people did stuff like that back then). I don’t remember much of the ceremony, except that it was really long and too cold to be wearing a sleeveless dress. My brother missed his flight and showed up just in time to see me walk.
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