I cringed a little the first time I heard the word snowflake used to describe liberals. It was clearly meant to imply insignificance, and I heard it as such. And yet? I've grown to love it. Individually, snowflakes are, indeed, insignificant. They are also inexpressibly beautiful, and each one looks like a tiny miracle of … Continue reading Snowflakes and Patriots
*** On Friday, I hosted a meeting at my home with 27 people. (No, I do not have a large home. Yes, it was slightly ridiculously crowded.) This was a meeting of the Resistance: individuals who don't just want to rant on Facebook (although let's be clear, sometimes that helps, too) but who, for … Continue reading We are the leaders we’re waiting for: How to Host a Resistance Party
Ladies, I want to talk. At age 47, I think that I’m supposed to feel invisible, or perhaps become part of the supporting cast, but never the leading lady in my own life. I think I’m supposed to stand back and watch my long-legged, glossy haired, filled-with-potential daughter shine, supporting her by staying in the … Continue reading Middle
I was about 20 years old, standing in the hallway of my parents' home, and my grandmother (who was visiting) stepped out of my former bedroom and stopped me. "I have a question," she said, and looked me in the eye. "Are you a bigot?" A little background, if you like, before I answer that question. … Continue reading Are you a bigot?
Last weekend I, and about three million of my friends, marched. Tessa and I flew across the country to attend the Women's March in D.C. This was no small decision on my part: we haven't flown anywhere in three years because, well, flying is expensive. For the past few years, our vacations have involved camping, … Continue reading Becoming
(Photo credit:James Zwerg interview on Quora A beating of a civil rights protester, James Zwerg, at the Montgomery bus station in the 1960s.) As I prepare for the Women's March in Washington, I'm voraciously reading and watching any news article that comes my way from every imaginable source. I can't get enough; it's an addiction … Continue reading Might and Right
I'm still in a little shock at how the word "pussy" has invaded my life. A word that never once escaped my lips before, it's now just a part of the vernacular, usually used next to the word "grabber" or "hat" in my circles, but still implying that most private and sensitive part of a … Continue reading Still Dreaming
Welcome to the beginning of my corner on the internet, where I invite you to join me in exploring the light even when there's darkness, finding some way through the confusing and troublesome parts of life to the beauty that lurks. Don't get me wrong, sometimes it just, well, it sucks. Some days really are … Continue reading Let there be light