Dark Days, Parables, and Pride

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

Musings on the day

Most mornings arrive with minimal fanfare, or advance warning that, by day’s end, anything of consequence will have transpired. Most mornings dawn in the ordinary fashion. Most mornings, while still in bed, I first check non-work emails (mostly junk, only very occasionally something from a real person), then any text messages to have arrived overnight… Continue reading Musings on the day