It looks like a few months ago I was going to write a post about anger. Not just about feeling angry, but about its stigma and how this stigma leads to an unhealthy denial of what I think is an extremely important and powerful emotion. But as you can tell from the excerpt below, it… Continue reading I’m Pissed Off And It’s OK
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
***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?
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
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
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
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