A whole lot of things for you to read because other people are writing far better than I can at the moment. Continue reading

The world needs us. To show up. With love. Continue reading

We want land, bread, housing, education, clothing, justice and peace. Continue reading

They said she was just trying to sell books, inexperienced and too full of mystical bullshit. Yet, Marianne was the one who told us over a year ago that this country desperately needed radical truth-telling about race and that our... Continue reading

But how shall we educate men to goodness, to a sense of one another, to a love of the truth? And more urgently, how shall we do this in a bad time? Continue reading

White privilege is real. Take a minute to consider a Black person’s experience today. Continue reading

Listen when your crown reminds you of what makes you cold toward others, as you pamper the greedy energy inside. Continue reading

We are going back when we had so many chances to go anywhere else. Continue reading

If I tilt my head in just the right way, it is just like right now. The virus is that stranger here to wake me up. Continue reading

I don't know what it means. Continue reading

Let's think outside the masks that society asks us to wear. Continue reading

It’s free and a nice option for those that dread phone calls. Continue reading

I used my rat instincts to find my way back to the check-out. Continue reading

This fresh mound of earth that was not here yesterday, now it is here today, shovels all akimbo, covered in a plastic blue tarp, a sharpied stake with a name. "Did the virus do this to you?" Continue reading

There's rain falling from the sky. I think we've all spent too much time together (Day 51) and the buttons that we know how to push are now so large that they're like huge overgrown mushrooms on our backs and we bump them even if we're trying to avoid them. Continue reading

America was not in any way prepared for the virus. Continue reading

Always be a lady. Pfft. My mother has said to me in only the way a mother can, I don't know how many times, "Jennifer, act like a lady." A lady. I don't think, even now, I understand exactly what... Continue reading

Just now the numbers of known identified cases in America tipped over to 1,000,000 cases. Known. Identified. This means someone had a test and tested positive. Continue reading

How can we have found ourselves here? Where the happy thing is suicide? Continue reading

I'd hug them fiercely. Love the stuffing out of them. With abandon. Because that is who I am and that is what they offered. Continue reading

This is America. Continue reading

There are no magic words I can conjure up now to bring you back from the brink. Continue reading

There's no control in this situation. Continue reading

My last few months have found me struggling with time. With age. With love. With relationships. With the masks that we wear. Self-medication can take so many forms and can cause harm in our lives in such varied ways. The devil in our own hearts is sometimes a mistress whose lies are far sweeter and nicer to hear than the hard truths we're tasked with facing about ourselves. So we eat the pecan pie doused with bourbon while sitting on the couch in the dark with a dog in our lap and hide under our blanket and believe that it might not be such a bad way to disappear. Continue reading

I'm different these days. I suppose I've always been different, but I feel even more different these days than in all of the days that have come to pass before the one that is now. I'm doing the best to... Continue reading