In August my way of being met an abrupt halt. The activities that had defined my daily routines, weekly schedules, monthly obligations and yearly itinerary for 16 cycles stopped, leaving me alone with myself. And my beloved. And a couple of cats (also beloved). Okay, it wasn’t that abrupt. The end had been coming for some […]
Ceded: Emily Dickinson Read More »
On my 40th birthday, (some years ago now), I received an unexpected greeting card from my doctor. How lovely, right? Happy Birthday, it read: Time to schedule a mammogram! In one fell sentence, I plummeted maiden to mother to crone. My breasts shriveled from sexy tools used to attract a mate, skipped over their potential as a beneficent means
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I went to the library seeking a woman’s voice and pulled from the shelves Willa Cather’s My Ántonia (SLC Public Library | Find a Library | Amazon). I chose it because of the excellent printing — hardbound with a ribbon to mark my place — and because I remembered buying a book by Cather many, many years ago by mistake. O Pioneers!
My Ántonia: A memoir by a woman, about a man, remembering women Read More »
I watched the film “The Big Short” hoping to understand what it means to “short a stock.” I learned this — and received an education about the global economic collapse of 2008 which, being privileged, I had largely missed. The film’s narrator delivers a fairytale ending in the epilog: banks are held accountable and wealthy bankers sent to jail. Just kidding! That moment of
Thou Shalt Not Be Poor: The American Way of Poverty Read More »
I’m going to say this right out loud: If Clinton had won this election the majority of progressives (myself included) would have rolled over and gone to sleep Tuesday night in secure, smug, complacency. And by “gone to sleep” I mean not fully awake to the seriousness of the social and economic injustices humanity has
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I come from a lineage of pioneers. How about you? Pioneers who left places for many reasons, but mostly because they didn’t like the governments or religions or economic or environmental conditions surrounding them. When times get tough we pull up stakes and move to the next frontier, set up a temporary utopia with a
Welcome. After a 15 year hiatus I’m reinhabiting my digital space—clearing out a few cobwebs, reaching out to find its corners, stuff like that.