Where I’m From

The I am From Project  has a poem template to encourage conversation. They write: We want to be heard, not herded; we want to speak, not be spoken at or for; we want to break through stereotypes, profiling, and dismissal to be listened to in our full humanity. I encourage you to check out the resources…

The Thread

William Stafford’s poem, “The Way it is”, is my companion on this first day of a new year. The Way It Is There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard…

A Modest(y) Proposal

I promise I would love to be done talking about dress codes and what people wear. I would. (Here are some other posts I’ve written. This one about Beyonce. This one about Hurricanes and covering shoulders. Or that time a woman was forced to take off clothes because she was wearing too many. And when Pope…

No Man’s Land

Since the movie was released last Thursday, I’ve seen Wonder Woman twice. So far. “Love” isn’t enough of a word for the way I feel about that film. The reverberations it is having in my life are strong. I suspect I will be feeling it’s impact for days to come. That may sound strong for…

Loser

After a cowardly, despicable and horrific suicide bombing in Manchester, England the other day, in which young women were targeted, our president said this: “I won’t call them monsters because they would like that term. They would think that’s a great name. I will call them from now on losers, because that’s what they are. They’re…