“If only there were more.” “More what Aunt Karen?” Glaring out the window, she pressed record before declaring “More people like me. Patriotic citizens. People who care about what’s happening to this country.” “He’s just cleaning the windows. Why are you recording him?” I hadn’t seen her in years but I steeled myself for the… Continue reading Karen v. Karen
rising together in harmonic convergence to share our voices Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the haiku challenge words (share / voice) and to Sadje for her What Do You See photo inspiration. It brought the idea of "harmonic convergence" into my mind.
glass ceilings shatter and chains of oppression fall granting space for all Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the challenge to write a haiku using glass and breaks (for which I subbed in shatter).
Last night I watched Hari Kondabolu's Netflix special. His comedy is both smart and very funny. His parents emigrated from India before he was born and a lot of his comedy addresses ideas about race and culture. One of the things he talks about on stage is how some “white people” don’t like to be labeled… Continue reading Race in America: Am I Still a Teacher? Or Should I Just Shut-Up?
Like a lot of people, I’ve been thinking a lot about guns lately. Thinking and feeling impotent. I want to believe we can do better. Find a path that leads to less. Less blood. Less death. Less heartache. Less shame. I’ve contacted my legislators. I’ve marched for Our Lives. Surely, I hope, that will make… Continue reading Less Guns. Guns that Shoot Less.