“We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom. We lived in the gaps between the stories.” ― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale There are over 7 billion people in the world. I often wonder how many…Read more End-titled
Memotaph
Illusions of safety Attributable to income, incoming Building walls or mending fences? Buying organs, identities, nests Restoration Hardware without the rest Free People Anthro-pologies, we're sorry Batteries not included Starbuck junior If you're hungry They feed you the Body You can take me to church But the poor (of spirit of commerce) are the ones who…Read more Memotaph
U-Haul & Pancakes
Some places help you remember who you are when the world has helped you forget. We drove through the night making two trips from the apartment on Elizabeth St. to Nana's house to drop off the kids, then down 495 to 28 to the steamship parking lot. I sat between them in the cab with…Read more U-Haul & Pancakes
Rx Love
Change efforts aimed at addressing or in some cases shaming a symptom are unhelpful in restoring wholeness because they often fail to address a root cause with informed compassion and alternative skills. Clinics featuring terrifying posters of various diseases one could get from alcohol, tobacco, soda, unprotected sex or overeating are scary and sometimes threatening. Using…Read more Rx Love
No Thanks
It's not that I'm anti mothers or ungrateful for the miracle of human reproduction but I've always found myself averse towards rewarding adult choices. There's something trivializing and strangely dysfunctional about this particular holiday. Again, it's not that I don't appreciate the concept of caregiving, it just feels like the original intent for the holiday…Read more No Thanks
V.I.P
It was a radio, then t.v show that started in the 40's and ran for over 20 years; Queen for a Day. Also called the 'Cinderella show', it featured four women sitting in front of a studio audience while Jack Bailey summarized each of their personal struggles with a poetic, mildly sexist, lilt. The audience would…Read more V.I.P
Gross
Writing is terrifying. When I tip-toed into blogging just over a year ago I hadn't found my voice yet. Words came out like rush hour into an emotional traffic jam. Being introverted doesn't help. I'm terrible at giving myself permission to be a real person who occasionally sucks at everything but writing seems to help…Read more Gross
