If we were having coffee, we would be here for a long time since its been awhile since we met! We had birthday parties, both in Ohio and in St. Louis. (Oh yeah, Wee One is two. What did you do that she has to be two? 🙂
Category: Feminist and Social Justice High Horse
Notes From A Political Movement
Columbus is having a sister March to the Women’s March on Washington that is to take place on the 21th, the day after the inauguration, and they decided to have it a week early to allow people to march both here and there. I haven’t taken part in a political march in awhile; maybe since undergrad.
On The Longest Night of the Year
I wrote this a few years ago, but it still holds true. In this season of joy, the longest night of the year is often the darkest.
Tonight in the Northern Hemisphere is the longest night of the year, winter solstice.
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See Something, Say Something
A friend of mine (shout out to Tory – Minneapolis in the house!) told me a story about a college party she attended: a girl was passed out on the couch and several of the guys were surrounding her. They weren’t doing anything bad, but my friend wasn’t going to take the chance. She got over by the couch and yelled really loudly until this girl’s hapless friends came around and she got out. She said the girl was mad at her, and maybe nothing would have happened, but I’m impressed that my friend had the courage to step in like that.
She saw something, and she said something.
Last Monday, she texted us about a puppy had been locked in a car for about an hour with the windows up. She called the police for help.
She saw something, and she said something. This girl is a badass, in my book.
I was listening to a story on public radio and the speaker referenced a theory about a relationship between domestic violence (something of which the Orlando shooter had a history) and mass shootings.
I remember hearing a story about my own parents: it was at an outdoor church function that they both attended. At one point, mom had done something that displeased my father and he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her up against the church wall. After he left, a friend of our family rushed up to her. Mom pleaded with her friend to do and say nothing, that this was how it “had to be.”
Would I have the courage to speak up if I saw something?
The See Something Say Something campaign is led by the Department of Homeland Security, but the phrase itself is also used in such things as bullying or domestic violence. (This excellent article gives tips in doing just that).
Have you done it before? How did it go?
Excuse Me While I Get A Tissue
I’m not a poetry person, usually, but I heard a story on NPR about a Seattle Arab-American author who wrote about places like Syria, where it becomes difficult to remember the individual human lives that are shrouded by the dirty cloud of war and violence.
The best writing, in my opinion, is simple and straightforward, yet pierces directly to your heart.
“Running Orders”
They call us now.
Before they drop the bombs.
Will There Be Anyone Left?
A dear Muslim friend of mine just posted on Facebook about how afraid she and her family are about the rhetoric being said about Muslims in the U. S. and the “promise to protect the (non-Muslim) citizens.”
To my shame, I hadn’t even thought of her or other Muslim friends that have been grappling with this for a week.
I Wasn’t Expecting This
I expected motherhood to change me, as so many people promised, like change the way I drive (it sort of has) or the way I vote (pu-SHAH!). But not long ago, I found a change I didn’t anticipate.
#rawrlove
Last May, I wrote a post about a fellow blogger, Rarasaur. She was about to be put into prison for a crime she didn’t commit, (here’s her story here) and I was moved by the wickedness of a criminal “justice” system that essentially bullied an innocent person.
I saw an update on her today – she’s getting out of prison after 15 months. Â 15 months. Â The Wee One wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye, I was still living in St. Louis, I was still working, but I wasn’t a rennie yet.
I’d thought about her several times over the past few months, and I was glad to learn that she’s getting out (hence this post passing the good news on.)
Your Emoting is Getting Me Excited
My weekly spark of inspiration! This week it comes in the form of a video of a ballet dancer performing to Hozier’s ‘Take Me To Church.’
A Model of Mercy
One cold January morning, as I pulled my car around the corner of my office building, I was struck by a memory of one of the most powerful experiences I’ve ever had in my practice with the homeless.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 