In response to Jane Finette’s article, “The Unravelling of Civil Discourse in America” It seems a lifetime since we were at Mozilla. It’s a pleasure to read the launch of “Common Ground”, thank you for putting your thoughts out there on such a relevant and timely topic.I’ll take on the homework assignment, and happily share anything … [Read more…]
Gabriela Mistral – 1889-1957 translated by Ursula K. Le Guin When I’m walking, everythingon earth gets upand stops me and whispers to me,and what they tell me is their story. And the people walkingon the road leave me their stories,I pick them up where they fellin cocoons of silken thread. Stories run through my bodyor … [Read more…]
Micky Scottbey Jones Together we will create brave space Because there is no such thing as a “safe space” We exist in the real world We all carry scars and we have all caused wounds. In this space We seek to turn down the volume of the outside world, We amplify voices that fight to … [Read more…]
…they start talking. These voices tell me, over and over again, “I love you. I am here. You are so beautiful. I am with you.” Let me be clear, these are not voices in my head talking to me telling me to do things. I can say with full confidence I do not have schizophrenia … [Read more…]
B – This was a year – it was quite a year. Everything pivoted and turned on a dime (actually, pivoted on a wee little jibboo who came here to bring us love and joy and stress and strife and worry and adventure–be and zest). And I know you feel you have lost a bit, … [Read more…]
I’m going to have to talk about it. I’ve danced around the topic for years now, avoiding it with each therapist. Avoiding it with my husband, avoiding it with myself. But I am going to lose my marriage if I don’t talk about it. Sex is really hard for me within the bounds of a … [Read more…]
Seriously? I have none. Absolutely none. And I have a baby. Am I being dramatic? I have some I suppose, but it’s gone in a flash. What brings on that impatience? That voice in my head saying “I love you, Catanya” every time I get away from a task and I’m alone. Walking between meetings, … [Read more…]
I wanted to be anywhere else other than there. Sitting in my glittery dress and circus ring conductor tailcoat with my peacock feather fascinator. I mean I looked fabulous and appropriate to the occasion. There was even a pirate couple, properly bustiered and feather-hatted. I fit right in. I wanted to crawl out of my … [Read more…]
when he stopped to pick me up. Thought I’d never get the infernal racket of the wind blowing through the god-damned wheat fields. Fucking husks. The air’s so dry the inside of my nose is bleeding from chafe up there. My eyes are beyond dry. “You need a drink?” he motions toward the cooler on … [Read more…]
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