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The Paradox of Being White, Male, and Woke in America - It was late afternoon on a Tuesday. I was driving south on the pothole riddled I95 towards Chester, PA. I had been making the drive every Tuesday since early October to participate in a 200 hour yoga teacher training inside the State Correctional Institution there, through a partnership with the Inside/Out Prison Exchange Program. I… Continue reading The Paradox of Being White, Male, and Woke in America
Why dudes? Why? - ***This is just a quick response to all of the sexual assault stories in the news these days. Also, as I reread this I realize that it is not very well written. I guess it’s a lesson in not being reactionary while writing. I try not to be judgmental. I know sexuality is complicated and… Continue reading Why dudes? Why?
Nano: Day 16 - Allow me to refer to our dear Cordalia as Maro from time to time, an affectionately used term meaning little lister. Maro tried to keep to the chores that were near the main room on the homestead so that she would be there when Haingura returned. She started with running a rake over the sand… Continue reading Nano: Day 16
NaNo: Day 13 - Some time had passed since her last visit from the demon. Maybe a week or more. Enough time that she had begun to have faith in her theory that hard work would keep her safe. That as long as she was showing appreciation for her life, she would not be visited by any more demons… Continue reading NaNo: Day 13
NaNo: Day 9 - No sooner had Jason fallen asleep than he was awoken by a hard shaking from his grandmother. Vicky had asked her mother to come to the house and watch the kids while she went to work. The boys had grown accustomed to looking after themselves, but Vicky felt more comfortable having someone there after the… Continue reading NaNo: Day 9
NaNo: Day 7 and 8 - For a while, Cordalia was taken in by her aunt, but it proved too difficult for her. In her niece, she could only see the loss of her sister, the violence of men, and the pain of her own existence. She pleaded with her husband to help her find another home for the child, and… Continue reading NaNo: Day 7 and 8
For Kerthu - When I was a Peace Corps volunteer in Namibia, within my first couple of months at site, I became ill. I lost a lot of weight, was having night sweats, and was coughing violently for about a week. People close to me were worried that I might have TB. One night things got so bad I… Continue reading For Kerthu
NaNo: Day 5 - Cordalia started the fire with a couple of plastic bags, some previous school term’s science homework,  and the remaining small pieces of wood from the pile she chopped the day before. While it was catching, she quickly split a couple more pieces to ensure there was enough fuel for the fire to burn while she… Continue reading NaNo: Day 5
NaNo: Day 4 - Across the Atlantic Ocean, on the day a young Namibian girl named Cordalia !Hai//Gauses was overcoming her latest trauma, a twelve year old boy living in a small town in Pennsylvania was woken up. It was the middle of the night and the house was shaking. Some force was crashing against the living room door.… Continue reading NaNo: Day 4
NaNo: Day 3 - ***I ended up working until midnight this evening so unfortunately was not able to get any actual writing done. I was able to jot down some ideas  on the direction the story will take, and tomorrow I will try and get two days worth of writing in. We will get some background information for our… Continue reading NaNo: Day 3

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