At the core of my being, I’m a writer. A storyteller. Always have been. I love giving voice to stories, listening to stories that others have lived and written…. Loads of people have told me that I should write a book about my life, and I always smile and say, “maybe someday.” That’s been the…
Honor the Women 2.0
It's international Women's Day again, and as I read back through my entry from last year, I thought that it was worth a revisit. I thought about editing the old one and just re-linking, but then I changed my mind. It's always worth honoring those who stand out as touchstones in your history, as pillars…
Raise a Glass to Freedom
I open my eyes The room is still dark. My toes are cold. Actually, all of me is cold. I pile on another blanket and keep shivering. This is a cold that can’t be fixed with blankets. It’s fear-cold. I can’t go back to sleep. Today’s the day I lose everything. 3:30 AM, Saturday, March…
Melt the Fuckers Down
34. Thirty four mass shooting incidents since January 1 of this year. For fucks sake, there’ve only been 53 days in the year so far. And 34 of those days, there’s been a shooting that’s killed or injured 4 or more people. What. The. FUCK. Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with America? When did…
With a Capital T
When I was a kid, I used to walk a mile each way to the elementary school I attended. I’d walk down Hasler Lane to Spruce St, turn right, go down Spruce, turn left onto Elmwood Ave, walk all the way down Elmwood Ave to Maple Street, where I’d turn right and go three more…
A Beatitude for Today
Blessed are the brown people The shithole countries The refugees and the homeless Blessed are the immigrants For they remind us of the ‘dream’ Blessed are the Muslims And the disabled And the working poor And blessed are those who march Who call out injustice Who fight in the trenches Who write, and tweet, and…
Clearing the Slate?
They say that your skin – your epidermis – completely regenerates itself every 27 or so days, so technically, I'm a different person than I was a month ago at this time. I’ve always found that little tidbit fascinating, and frankly, kinda gross and creepy, in a weirdly cool way. But under my new-every-27 or…
Losing Christmas, Finding Peace
What happens when you realize that Christmas just might not be “your” holiday anymore? This question has been tumbling around in my head since mid-November, and I’ve begun to write about it half a dozen times, only to delete everything and close the computer in frustration. It isn’t often that I find myself unable to…
Count the Stars
I'm laying in my bed staring at the stars. Not at the stars outside my window... The stars on my ceiling. Yes, I am a grown-ass, almost 40 year old woman, and I have glow in the dark stars pasted all over my ceiling. They remind me of my childhood. When I was a teenager,…
Almost Like Praying
How do you pray for someone if you don’t really believe in God? How do you pray at all? I’ve been asking myself this question over and over this week. I used to pray, with fervor. I prayed, even though, somewhere in the deepest corners of my heart, I wasn’t sure that God was…
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