The Limits of Online Activism I wrote this piece when the events of August 12th in Charlottesville were still fresh in my mind, and when the trauma of that day kept showing up in the form of panic attacks (they still happen but not as frequently). I think I opted not to publish at that …
In the days and weeks following the Women’s March, I was about as close to “woke” as I’ve ever been. I was bearing witness, I was donating, I was reading and tweeting and posting. And then…I broke down. I started weeping one night right before bed, mumbling incoherent concerns to Daniel. I realized I couldn’t …
Before I went to the Women’s March, I have to admit I was scared. I did not grow up in an activist home. I grew up in a “hunker-down” home with monthly fire safety talks. I knew where the hand gun was and how to use it if an intruder threatened my life. I grew …
A New Year Reflection As I sit here staring at this bright, blank page before me, I consider what it looks like to start fresh. In life, we don’t often get a blank page to work from – we all have baggage and commitments from our past that we carry forward – but I think …