Author Archives: Helen Noakes

Helen Noakes is a playwright, novelist, writer, art historian, linguist, and Traditional Reiki Master, who was brought up in and derives richness from several of the world's great traditions and philosophies. She believes that writing should engage and entertain, but also inform and inspire. She also believes that because the human race expresses itself in words, it is words, in the end, that will show us how very similar we are and how foolish it is to think otherwise.

Smile & Smile & Be a Villain . . .

“Today, hearing of yet another outrageous tweet from The Behemoth, these words of the playwright of playwrights, William Shakespeare, came to mind: ‘They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.’ And I smiled.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—August 2017—Our nation is currently caught in a […]

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“But for today, these few words about a remarkable man who, despite enduring immense loss, despite having been a prisoner of war in a Japanese concentration camp, held fast to his wonder at the beauty of life and the universe we occupy.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—May 2017—Easter has come […]

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On Becoming American

“This is a country made up of people like me, immigrants and refugees, who fled here because they believed in the promise of The Constitution and the Bill of Rights. Who upon reading Amendment I—‘Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of […]

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Heroes for a New World

“I see no heroes in high places in our country. The heroes I see today are walking next to me on the street, riding the train I take, working long hours: the single mothers with two jobs, the men who, because they must care for loved ones, keep quiet when their employers exploit them by […]

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My Name is Neetsa

“In this city of Constantinople, in Byzantium, lived my ancestors. In other words, they were the great, great, great, great grandparents of my mother and father, and they were Greek.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes Author’s Note: This story excerpt, for those large and small, by Neetsa-all-grown-up (and no longer living in Shanghai, China), […]

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Murmurous Absences (Best of “Hubris”)

“In the final months of her journey towards death, she fearfully let go the chisel, and saw me take it up and throw it away. (We had no need of that chisel now.) It had lost its edge some time ago. Only the soothing touch of hands, smoothing away the dust, the detritus of anger, […]

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The Masks We Choose

“The masks we choose say as much about us as the faces we cover with them.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes “Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.”—Carl Jung SAN FRANCISCO California—(Weekly Hubris)—December 2016—A semi-finalist in the Eugene O’Neill Theatre Center’s 2009 National Playwrights Conference, […]

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When Fear Matters

“The question, ‘Why?’ forms at the moment you see your first death. It never goes away. It’s never answered.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes “Monsters exist, but they are too few in number to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are the common men, the functionaries ready to believe and to act without asking questions.”—Primo […]

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Tomorrow Belongs To You

“You’re mine by virtue of love and perseverance, by the force of sheer determination. For your grandmother and I held onto our friendship through political upheavals which hurled our families to opposite ends of the world, through disastrous marriages, and further travels—these latter, intentional.”—Helen Noakes Waking Point By Helen Noakes “By the time I sit […]

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“This non-verbal lingo exists in every culture. One cannot be completely fluent in a language until and unless one learns the intricacies of jargon conveyed through the nuance of gestures, posture, and facial expressions. These, I believe, are unique to specific cultures, and reflect a nation’s history, its attitude to gender identification, and its outlook […]

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