Little girls, no matter where they live, no matter their station … even when they’re skipping rope, sun flashing on their small shoulders … carry the prescience of sorrow. A young woman’s star dims if she forgets to celebrate the light of … Continue reading
This looks like the wind of change, blowing on the back of That One, spooling his scarf out like the Hope he speaks of. Whatever your personal political wind, let it take you to the polls to vote your heart, … Continue reading
My favorite new song by Alanis Morrisette. The scenes remind me of the Oregon coast, which I miss so much.
Behold, my body! It is resilient, malleable. It thrums within a universe of fluids, cells, structures, generosity. It breaks and mends. It is scarred and perfect. This is my body. It’s been opened … fingers have touched my brain. Cells … Continue reading
Writing Scared This is how it goes: You inch onto the edge of the earth And with nothing more than A kite of words You step into thin air And you write things that desperately need More than cloth strips … Continue reading
Do you hear it? Pffft … Pffft. That’s the sound of my hands as they brush together, signifying the completion of my illustrious career as a journalist. It’s been a great gig! Thanks, HuffingtonPost for kindly publishing my humble submissions. … Continue reading
It’s nearly over — this madness that calls itself, for a better word, an election. My frantic, migraine-producing work for HuffingtonPost has calmed down to a more manageable dull ache behind the eyes. It’s now hard-hitting, on-the-ground , microphone-in-the-face reporting … Continue reading
I love Sundays. Do you love Sundays? I LOVE Sundays. It’s all about the coffee. The newspaper. The soft and languid pace. A visceral remembrance of a church pew, scented with wood polish and prayers. Songs that make you cry. … Continue reading
And what a week! We’re officially in a Big R recession now and some are even worried that we’re headed toward a Big D depression. It’s worldwide. All our little middle class boats are stuck in a waning tide and … Continue reading
Officially … as of today … I finally get to walk again. Look out, left leg! You’re gonna have to walk again … starting today, this moment, this very lovely day! Of course, walking with a broken leg means having … Continue reading