Here's my idea: I give away five postcards featuring my art and in return you use them to advocate for the end of the horrific child-separation policy.
My heart breaks at the news out of Las Vegas. I am sharing the post I wrote about the aftermath of Orlando and a shooting at a dance club in my home of Fort Myers. The words I wrote then remain true today: I refuse to remain silent. I refuse to stay numb. And I am tired of this madness.
This morning I found myself standing in a strip mall less than a mile away from where I used to live, a dozen roses in my hand and more than two dozen reporters in my face.
I was standing on the site of the latest mass shooting in America.
A reporter asked me was why I was there.
I’d thought about this as I purchased a bouquet of small yellow roses at my local Winn-Dixie this morning. (What types of flowers are suitable to leave at memorials for mass shootings? I wondered. This is now a question we have to ask ourselves in America.)
I thought about gun violence as I made the twenty-three minute drive north from my home, driving past my church that only five short weeks ago hosted a vigil for the Orlando mass shooting victims. I thought about it as I exited the…
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Are you waiting for Bernie? Hillary? Kamala? Cory? The alt-left? (WHAT IS THIS AND I THINK I AM A PART OF IT MAYBE??) Are you waiting for the mid-terms? Are you waiting for the tax returns? Are you waiting for an anointed leader-of-the-people to magically emerge?
"Because Selma shows us that America is not the project of any one person. Because the single most powerful word in our democracy is the word “We.” We The People. We Shall Overcome. Yes We Can. It is owned by no one. It belongs to everyone. Oh, what a glorious task we are given, to… Continue reading Oh, what a glorious task we are given
Because it is a bit addictive isn't it, seeing the stream of horrors? Nobody wants to admit they are the type of person to peak at car accidents, but we all do it. You know, just to see if everyone is ok even though we know OF COURSE THEY ARE NOT OKAY THEY JUST CALLED JAWS OF LIFE. WHO ARE YOU FOOLING?! Panic. I need to not feed into it. What are you feeding?
Ooof. If I read one more apocalyptic think piece I'm going to lose it. Self-care! Self-care! Self-care!
I've long seen my mom in Mary, but it is only now that I realize my mom saw a bit of Mary in me, too. As I went off to college, graduated and moved to bigger cities in states far from home, got my first suit, my first apartment. As she watched me experiencing all the highs and lows that come with tossing your proverbial hat in the air as a single working woman. As she saw me live out some of the Mary Richards' experiences she never had.
Do you hear the quiet hum that is slowly rattling the china? The whistle that is building to a roar? For some it was the bragging about sexual assault. For others, the name-calling and body-shaming. For me, it was Jane Doe's story. Jane's story was largely buried, for to speak of it was to admit it was… Continue reading Why Donald Trump Compels Me to Speak
This post was inspired by hearing about Donald Trump's fascination with nuclear weapons. Nuclear apocalypse tends to invoke a little bit of unease, now doesn't it. It's hard not to flee to Canada react with fear to all the things currently imploding in the world. My husband and I have remarked more than once in the last several… Continue reading When it feels like the world is falling apart (Trump with nuclear weapons anyone?)