Growing up I remember being told I was too sensitive. I was gently encouraged to avoid things that might hurt. Therefore, I spent a good portion of my life protecting…
My mother wore grief like a backpack full of boulders. She could never quite figure out a way to lighten the burden. Her need to hold grief close influenced my…
I want to thank black people for making me feel so uncomfortable. I’ve spent the last couple of years sitting in seminars, churches, and classrooms listening to Black people tell…
During lent and Easter I’ve pondered my decision to leave the institutional church. Not because I question my decision, but because the reasons became so apparent. I’ve written about my…
I will say it again, Bernie is not my candidate of choice. On March 17th I will be voting for Elizabeth Warren. That being said, I’m fed up with the…
I want to see a show of hands, would you rather start your diet today or next week? That is the question Katherine Milkman, a behavioral economist, asked the audience…
Last year I signed up for a 2-day seminar hosted by the Institute for Nonviolence, https://www.nonviolencechicago.org/, in honor of Martin Luther King. I can add this to the list of…
It is tradition that the days leading up to Christmas are filled with an endless to do list. Yesterday I was running from store to store, pushing through the throngs…
I was a “good” daughter. Although there is no one left to tell you otherwise. I was a “good” wife, but again, life has dealt me a certain hand and…
Last night at an impromptu pizza party, a friend implored me to “keep on raging”. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was it kismet that this morning I happened upon…