I’m resigning. I don’t want to be a climate change warrior anymore. I’m inclined to blame my change of heart on my sister’s death. It would be easy enough to do.
She’s Alive and (not so) Well
At the end of October, my sister Eliana was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. The surgeon met me in the recovery room post biopsy, took my hand, looked into my eyes and said…
There Was No Room For Anger
It was quiet in my growing up house. We closed the front door with silent deliberation and spoke to one another in soft tones. My parents didn’t raise their voices, either in anger or delight. We kept our feelings of fear, grief, sadness, even joy, corseted close, as if their release would tip the earth from her axis. Tears happened in muffled sobs in the corner of a bedroom. There was no room for anger.
An Open Letter to Dr. Christine Blasey Ford
Christine, thank you. This can’t be easy. I don’t imagine it was ever your intention to become a super hero, a voice for the voiceless, a woman willing to sacrifice her private life for the good of the nation.
Open Letter to Dr. Christine Blasey Ford
Christine, thank you. This can’t be easy. I don’t imagine it was ever your intention to become a super hero, a voice for the voiceless, a woman willing to sacrifice her private life for the good of the nation.