The Epstein Files hurt. Knowing the stats about all the other children who are abused, who have disappeared, hurts. It is pain. Evil, by its very existence, poisons that which it touches. We have been confronted by evil, confronted by a shocking reality in which its tendrils extend into every corner of what we had…
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Death
One of my earliest memories is my grandmother’s burial. I was about three, and it was a summer day. The grass was green, the sky blue, and the flowers decorating my grandmother’s grave and the other graves in the cemetery were beautiful. I remember running along, enchanted by the beauty all around me. I remember…
The Feeling of Safety
Modern life has left us with the illusion that if one just arranges things ‘properly’, we can be safe. This feeling of safety is ultimately illusory, though – we can’t actually arrange life in order to make ourselves perfectly safe. But safety is something we long for – or at least the feeling of safety is something I long for.
Recently they found a dead man on the hill up the street from me. My hill. The hill I walk halfway up about three times a week. The hill I drive over several times per week. “Active murder investigation” are the words that the police have used. I’ve been thinking about it all day, because my reaction is odd. I’m nonplussed. “Oh. A dead guy up there, huh? Yep, had to happen sometime”.
Slavery is Evil
Human trafficking has been much in the news, as my native state debates whether or not buying a 16yo/17yo for sex should be a felony. I understand the position taken by those of good will who say that it is quite possible for someone in that age group to present themselves as over 18. You’re…
Why Relationships Matter
The internet is a place where you can get all the information and all the perspectives that the world holds. That’s a good thing (mostly). But without relationship, it’s just words. No matter how passionately someone speaks, no matter how many followers they have, no matter how quickly the ideas take hold – without relational context, it’s just words. You don’t know how the stuff they’re advocating works in real life. You don’t have a feel for how anyone *but the speaker* responds to their plan of action. You don’t have any longitudinal data. Just a tiny window, showing you a carefully curated picture.
Torchbearer
Torchbearer. Light is your calling, fire your weapon.
Torchbearer. You walk in front, showing the way. In the darkness, you shine like a star. Your fire burns away fog, leaving clarity in its wake.
Dune 2 Review – Women’s Roles
Chani – and the actress who played her – were done *wrong*. Fremen weren’t equal. They were survivors. And survivors in desperation don’t have time for androgyny. Men are needed to do man things, and women are needed to do women things. Those things are equally important, equally needed. The women in Dune weren’t weaklings. They weren’t soft. They weren’t lazy. They weren’t one-dimensional. Androgyny isn’t feminist. Repeat after me, please. The women of the Fremen had power. Influence. My head hurts.
If Your Possessions Could Talk…
I heard someone (speaking from the minimalist point of view) say that all our possessions are chattering at us all the time. I’d agree with this. I certainly feel much more at peace and ready to create in a clean, orderly space. If your possessions could talk, would they make you give them away?
I *love* books. One of my dreams is to have a home big enough to put all our books out in a central location and have a proper library. My books don’t say, “you’re stupid, why don’t you read me”, my books say, “Look at all this lovely knowledge! Right at your fingertips… and remember the good times we had together, when you wandered through my pages?”
American
What’s your history…. where are you from… what’s your family… I feel so conflicted. I’m Irish and Scottish and British and German and Swedish. I’m a direct descendent of Sadie Hawkins but much closer are the immigrants, John & Mary, the Wolfes, the farmers and the bakers, the soldiers and the ladies in waiting. What…