A social media maven – and friend – Annalis Clint – just gave me a talking-to about breaking up with Facebook as my go-to, how’s-everyone-doing way to feel connected now that I’m a pandemic social hermit. Oh, but my guts are woven into it. …
Last night I dreamed of children coming together from the 4 corners of the earth, like 4 tribes bringing their gifts. Not one of their gifts, however, were understood, or received respectfully, by the other tribes, and so they all felt confused, disappointed, unmet, …
Maybe you haven’t missed me, but I haven’t been blogging much lately. It’s not writer’s block. It’s tongue tide, as in the tide of speaking my truth is low… and I am too. The haters – left and right – are outside the gate …
What’s the female version of “grumpy old man”? I’m turning 76 and, whatever it is, I think I’m getting there. Is it “vain old woman”? “Look at my ankles (after 12 hours of elevation to deflate the souffle that puffs up out of my shoes), …
As we emerge from the lock-down across the United States, political polarization is adapting rather than disappearing. I am not blameless. Unfortunately. I’ve branded those who won’t vaccinate as I had those who won’t mask and distance. Where are your manners? Your solidarity in …
Well, I do declare… I declare that I have to say this for my own dignity, sanity and integrity. I need to say where I stand in this world, even if I feel like a fool saying it, given how the devastating story running …
What could possibly go right? Now. 2021. Now as the vaccines loosen us up, sending kids to schools and people to work. Now that unemployment is down and the stimmy checks are landing in bank accounts. Now that we’ve collectively wrenched power from the …
As a member of the Deep Adaptation Forum, I was invited to write a post for Jem Bendell’s blog. I’d been reading posts in the Forum various plans to move to the country, buy property, invite people to build an intentional community together, and ride out …
We talk of “climate change” as if it is a phenomenon out there, not in here. That comfortable lie shattered this year, and this post spills out some of my feelings. If climate change is someone else’s responsibility, we play the blame game, and put …
I wake each day to stories of loss, of deceit and of a rabble that’s far too late to the party, clamoring for their piece of the pie. The masters are long gone. The people fight for crumbs, plotting only to line up sooner, …
