I am obsessed with Growing Floret. If you don’t know what this is, rest assured I didn’t either until last week. But it’s one of those things that once you know it, you can’t un-know it—like when that little girl in The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe discovers the …Read More
I was sitting on my front lawn the other day staring at the two items in my online cart—one was a book, the other was a weapon. Clearly I had chosen to purchase these at some point in time, and I was struck by their stark contrast. It felt like …Read More
When I was a little girl, I used to loll on my bed looking up at the ceiling when I was supposed to be getting ready for school. I used to wonder about things, looking up at that blank expanse of nothingness, untainted by nail holes, fingerprints, or scuff marks. …Read More
This fall I started to refer to myself as “dangerous”. I don’t know that it was conscious, but it was more of a consistent mumbling I started to do out loud to those that know me well. Ordinarily outspoken and opinionated, it was like I had entered a new realm, …Read More
My eldest son told me about the climate change countdown clock in NYC. I hadn’t heard about it—maybe because it’s not in my backyard here in Maine. Apparently on Sept 20th of this year, the clock was set to 7 years, and is now counting down…visually demonstrating that time is limited …Read More
Nobody knows what will happen the night of the election—or what will happen between now and then.
But I do know this:
I know how I will feel if I do nothing.
I know how I will feel if I choose not to participate in THIS moment…or the next moment.
I know how I will feel if I kick the can up the road or succumb to my excuses.
I know how I will feel if I just “mail it in” and take a few performative actions that make me feel good.
I know how I will feel if I just talk the talk, but don’t *actually* walk the walk.
Years from now, when my granddaughter (or whomever is the next woman in my line) looks at me and asks:
What did you do to fight?
How did you take a stand?
How did you respond?
What actions did you take?
I want to have answers for her.
I want to say more than I read a few books, watched a few documentaries and gave a few dollars.
I want to tell her the stories I LIVED and how I used this one life I’ve been given to help dismantle white supremacy.
I want to be an inspiration to her to never lose hope. Ever.
When I was in high school, I went through the rigorous process of becoming a lifeguard, learning water safety, rescue skills and the basics of first aid, CPR and how to mobilize someone in the event of a back injury. It made sense that I was drawn to this, even …Read More
Years ago when I first moved to Maine, I was taught how to play cribbage. If you’re not familiar with cribbage, it is a card game with a wooden board and little pegs that mark each player’s points and progress. I am convinced all true New Englanders are hard-wired for …Read More
Something happened for me at my SheSpeaks evenings of women’s storytelling last year. I didn’t see it coming, but once I did, I saw how it had been there all along. If you’re not familiar with SheSpeaks, then you might not know that this annual event has become something of …Read More
I have this dream, and it begins with changing the language we use as women to describe ourselves—or any people, really, outside the construct of the white male narrative we’re all living in. I have this dream about the word “empowerment” fading to obsolescence…. Instead of reading articles, seeing conferences …Read More