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I’ve been convinced for quite a while that racism is the fire THIS time. Still. Just like lots of people affirm that life and civilization appears to have started in Africa, destruction of life and civilization appears to begin with racism. It’s quite amazing, truthfully, that microscopic structures in our skin inspires people to createContinue reading “The fire THIS time”

So, I’ve got something going on, the proverbial burr under my saddle. Somethingis bugging me, and I’m not entirely sure what it is. I have not left the apartment today, except for taking the dog out. We didn’t go far, just up to the front of the complex and back. It worked out well forContinue reading “I’m not ready”

A couple of days ago I had occasion to remember, once again, the words of a minister who served my congregation for a time. He was an intellectually gifted man, and understood organizational dynamics implicitly. The dude had skillz, credentials – he had been employed as a marine geologist during his lifetime and I foundContinue reading “Wonder and awe”

I think I may be done with grief for a bit. Recounting significant loss has drained me, brought me to some intuitive sense of closure, at least temporarily. I’m not entirely sure that one is ever done grieving a loss. As I keep saying about this pandemic recovery, we are innocently presuming, hoping in spiteContinue reading “Memory”

OK, one more on grief. When my mother died in 2017, my grief was a bit delayed. First, she died of advanced dementia, although the immediate cause was pneumonia. That, in itself, was difficult. I felt as though my mother had been dead for quite a few years, when she became irrational, delusional, no shortContinue reading “Grief, still more”

Racism v3.2, the British patch. Not advised for anti-racists, or anyone of non-Caucasian heritage. No warranties express or implied. Proceed with caution.It is my hope that nobody is truly surprised by the revelations shared by the Duke and Duchess of Sussex, concerning their experience as members of the monarchy. There was much tittering when PrinceContinue reading “Racism v3.2”

So another writing prompt about grief asks what have I gained through loss. Hm. Sardonically, I suppose I’ve gained the knowledge that I can withstand it, that it won’t kill me. That’s so bittersweet, because when the arc of pain is at its apex, you don’t care if you survive it because you’d rather notContinue reading “Grief, too”

It has been 56 years since Bloody Sunday. Where have we gone? Has there been progress, or merely change? This is the first anniversary of the day that John Lewis is not with us. This is a new day, but not a new fight. Freedom is a constant struggle, as Angela Davis’ book of theContinue reading “Sunday, bloody Sunday”

Heavens. People are just running this whole Dr. Seuss thing into the ground, hollering about “cancel culture” when they have no idea what “cancel culture” really means. Dr. Seuss is not being cancelled. His work is not being cancelled. A total of six books that he wrote, back when Jesus was still a baby, haveContinue reading “Et tu, Dr. Seuss?”

Grief is a terrible and wonderful force of transformation,. It is terrible and wonderful for the one we’ve lost, and it is terrible and wonderful for the one who remains. So far, nature willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ve only had the experience of being the one who remains. Left to tell, I amContinue reading “Grief”