A few thoughts from Nancy Husari


By Nancy Husari | Nov 6, 2019

This piece was an entry in a Berkeley Humane Society writing contest. I made it into the semi finals. I adopted Archie and his sisters, Maya and Kasey, as kittens in 2005. Archie had been born with asthma, so he was denied health insurance because of his preexisting condition. He went batshit crazy every time…

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Climbing the Pyramid with Michael and Muhammad

By Nancy Husari | Dec 31, 2018

A friend just sent me a letter that I’d sent him from Cairo in 1978. I felt so safe when I was there, and it’s sad to read my description juxtaposed against the recent bombing of a tourist bus. Here’s most of the letter verbatim.Cairo has been very up and down. Last couple of days…

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By Nancy Husari | Aug 22, 2018

Well into my thirties, the only thing I really wanted to dance to was Motown, and Aretha was always a part of that. In my late twenties, I moved to Portugal for my first real teaching job. Unfortunately I got stationed in Porto, not Lisbon, and Porto was not a very happening town in 1982.…

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A Week With Lynda Barry

By nancyhusari | Jul 25, 2018

The creative juices are flowing after having spent a week in Lynda Barry’s Writing the Unthinkable class. Lynda took us through a series of tightly structured writing and drawing exercises. The one you see on this page is a double spread word and picture story that we did in 16 minutes. Shark Bite Victim was…

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Dreams of Mom and Me

By nancyhusari | Jul 16, 2018

July 3rd was the anniversary of the health crisis that marked the beginning of the end of my mother’s life. On the morning of July 3, 2018, I woke up from a long luxurious dream about Mom. I dreamt that I took her on a short hike so that she could enjoy nature, even with…

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Please eat the cheese, please eat the cheese, please eat the cheese.

By nancyhusari | Jun 28, 2018

So Supreme Court Justice Kennedy resigned; plus a couple of other hideous things passed in the Supreme Court. Basically, we’re screwed. Sometimes I have this cockeyed optimist view that things can turn around, that this is the last gasp of the order of old worn out power mad rich white men before world consciousness morphs…

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How I Buried My Mother and Wounded My Knee

By nancyhusari | Jun 28, 2018

Last weekend, I was in Utah for my mother’s memorial service. Forty one of our relatives were there. There was a lot of talk about how hard it was for mom and her siblings after their mother died. My mother was eight at the time and suddenly had the responsibilities of “the woman of the…

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Social Drawing, the Google People, and Ethiopian Food

By Nancy Husari | Feb 16, 2014

Went to Social Drawing Group today at Mission Creek Cafe. The core group was there (Leena, Amaroq, Barney the Dog, and Myself). As a result, the conversation was juicier than usual since we’ve all known each other for years. The group was true to its name, and we all drew or painted or both for…

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The Lost Season

By Nancy Husari | Nov 25, 2013

I want to write a little about “the trial” during the period when the paranoia is wearing off, but the edginess hasn’t. What a strange experience. I wasn’t physically sequestered, but I was emotionally sequestered. I couldn’t talk about the trial to anyone outside the courtroom. I couldn’t talk to the other jurors about anything…

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