S ince the beginning I have observed the Occupy Wall Street movement from a distance, respecting and applauding the explosion of democratic participation. But it wasn’t until this weekend that I felt compelled to go to Liberty Plaza, to put my body, my voice, my dissatisfaction in...

The seed for this post was planted on one of those spring days in January when the temperature climbs just enough to begin defrosting the city, and it smells like May, and the sun shines with purpose on the streets and parks; New Yorkers slow down a bit, and we make eye contact with one...