Grief in Slow Motion

I have been articulating, in bits and pieces, over the last several weeks the anger and frustration I have felt as we move through the...

Half the Sky

I was recently asked why do you always look angry? If you think this is an angry picture, you don’t want to see me mad (and, in my...

I'm Alive

This past week has been tough. Taz, my dog, developed the blahs late Sunday afternoon. He wasn’t sick, just blah, lying about, not...

Being a Woman in the Real World

Dear James Walters (and other smarmy men like him), I know so many men with good hearts and generous minds. But as Donny Osmond said, so...

Back to the House at Pooh Corner

I was showing a friend, a coworker, how to see houses on Google maps the other day. She was excited. We looked at her house in England,...

It's Only Words

Originally posted August 2016, but still so very relevant in content. The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie–deliberate,...

Not Enough (by Amber James)

When I first read Luis Alberto Urrea’s By The Lake of Sleeping Children, I was living in a small town in Arkansas, had no experience with...