politics Tag

My Take on Take a Knee

You're watching a bunch of kids out on a field. Could be football, could be futbol. Heck, it could be rugby, who knows. The point is, there's some kind of a ball, a grassy turf, spectators, and kids. Athletes, members of two opposing teams, running around playing and having fun but also, you know, putting their bodies at risk. Knowing full well that in the middle of all that running around, someone's bound to get...

Turning Tides

This morning as I stepped off my font porch I felt my hair get caught on something. Before I'd even turned my head I already knew what it was. For the past two days there has been a spider hanging out in that spot and its web had been getting bigger and bigger. Last night I had to duck when I passed it but today, in my hurry, I forgot to do so. As I...

Land of the Fearful

I see it now. I get it. And I agree. The ban. The wall. It all makes sense.   My daughter came home yesterday complaining about rumors that her school's annual 8th grade field trip to the Holocaust Museum had been cancelled. When I asked why, she said that apparently some students from her school had been disrespectful on previous trips to the museum and her principal didn’t want to run the risk of having students from...

You and I

One week ago, I woke up feeling great. Proud, hopeful, safe. Ready to take on the world.   By the end of the day, however, those feelings had crumbled to dust, and over the past seven days I have felt as if I'm in some kind of alternate universe. Everything looks distorted. Up is down, down is up, and nothing makes sense.   Now, I've never been one to stay down in the dumps for very long--I've gotten pretty good at...

How Donald Trump Inspired Me

I've been thinking quite a bit lately about my purpose in life. I know that it is to write. I've known that for a long time, actually. My problem is that I don't yet really know what it is I'm supposed to write. Today I got a little closer.   This afternoon, I met with my creative-pal-slash-writing-buddy-slash-muse, Shayne. We each went to separate corners of her house to work in silence, and I decided to freewrite by...