It's PRIDE month and I know some of you can't afford to be out and proud. I know some of you don't have the freedom to be fully yourself in public -- sometimes not even at home, where it should always be safe to be wholly you, no matter what. I know that even those … Continue reading Dear LGBTQ+ Youth
Otherness. Long have I railed against the plague of Otherness pervading my country. If you are without food, I won't ask you who you voted for before sharing my sandwich. If you wreck your car outside my house, I'm not going to grill you on your religion or your legal status; I'm going to provide … Continue reading These Dark-Bright Days in America
I have one of those faces. Well, no, it's probably not my face, since I don't always wear a friendly expression and tend to get lost in thought a lot, even in public. There's something about me, though, that induces complete strangers to come up to me in public places (including restrooms) and ask my … Continue reading Mango Lady
Do you really think kindness is the answer to school shootings? I don't.
An unhinged train conductor increases speed well past safety...
Dear 2017, As tempting as it was to leave this at, "Bye, bitch!"...I feel there is more that needs to be said, in fairness. Thank you, 2017, for showing me that what I thought were mortal wounds -- though they be grievous and still-unhealed -- weren't. Thank you for arranging it, somehow, such that even … Continue reading Dear 2017
It's here!! It's really happening! The book I thought I'd have out in January of this year (darn you, 2017) got sidetracked by a death and another loss on its heels. I was going to wait and submit for actual publication in a few days, so my book would land in 2018...but then I thought, … Continue reading It’s HERE! (Also: Big Bites)
The first thing I saw on Facebook this morning, September 11th, 2017, was a photo of the Twin Towers on a corporate page with the caption, "Never Forget." The first comment, which was apparently a troll attempt (given other factors), was along the lines of, "Hmph. Grief porn. Get over it." My knee-jerk reaction was … Continue reading Sixteen Years On: Never Forget?
I was going to write about this topic even before the despicable events of Charlottesville, VA. Now it feels even more timely and relevant. I freak out about spiders and jellyfish, but my greatest fear has nothing to do with creepy-crawlies or stinging sea critters. I call it "Born-raised-lived-died." Born-raised-lived-died is the unfortunate tendency, easily … Continue reading Born-Raised-Lived-Died: My Greatest Fear
Where's this thing going, anyway?