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