This is the truth I know: That your definition of me is incomplete, whatever stereotypes I inhabit. I am struggling to reconcile these simultaneous, paradoxical sensations of rage and defeat. I am struggling to reconcile the lesson of my youth—that I could be anything!—with the obvious, systemic, condoned, sanctioned marginalization of my voice. My faith… Continue reading Dark Days, Parables, and Pride
Category: narrative
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1500 miles from home, the howling winds woke me up, banging against the windows and whipping branches. In another 8 hours or so, and through the evening, the winds will reach and breach 100mph. The palms will bob and weave, dodging the knockout blow. Other trees will succumb, and we'll find them roots up, in… Continue reading #irma
Intentions & Eclipses
Intentions are funny things. You can mean them when you say them and still not fulfill them. Say them and not mean them. Not even recognize them and still carry them out. You can recognize them ad hoc, post hoc, and everywhere in between. There is a term in the legal field, mens rea –… Continue reading Intentions & Eclipses
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