So, Unemployed Then.

“So, are you employed?” “Yes. I work about 60 hours a week. I teach my eldest daughter 5th grade, and I am her full-time nurse. I train our service dog. I run a household of four. I am a contracted writer and an amateur painter. I also volunteer my...

Fear Not.

This week. Oh, my heart. Too much. Too much. Bombings and pain, displaced people, grief and loss, war and terror, fear. My husband was a Television and Radio major in college. He had a professor of media who has had a long and illustrious career in the industry. He...

‘Tis the Season for Compassion

Admittedly, I am a bit embarrassed. It came in the mail, I put in on the counter, and before I knew it, my six-year-old had not only gone through it and circled everything she wanted for Christmas, she had rolled it up and tucked the toy catalog under her pillow. I...

Corners.

This life I lead the friends I choose we are all on a journey and limp confused. With authority, we pomp opinions, really. My life gives it authenticity. As yours does to you. Our collective voices. What to do? When it clashes. I take your hand, I link my arm in...

Us.

That video. No warning. Triggers for so  many, many women and girls. Her legs flailing. Her head snaps back. The legs of the chair off the ground. His arm. That body lifter arm. Around her neck. Terror. Sheer terror. And then her voice. The cry of a child wails and...

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