Hear Me, See Me, Feel Me

Hear Me, See Me, Feel Me

On Sunday, I got sucked down the vortex of one of those aggravating “conversations” on Facebook.  Aggravating because by posting my opinion I triggered the emotions and agendas of certain people who, upon reading said post, took it as their mission to not just...
What if trauma is normal?

What if trauma is normal?

It took me a long time to realize that many experiences in my life qualify as traumatic.     That’s because I believed what qualified as trauma could only be the result of horrific things happening on a grand scale.  Seeing combat, being raped, suddenly...
The Meaning of Things

The Meaning of Things

I threw something out today. It was a silk scarf. Grey, with a black and white square pattern. My grandfather wrapped his violin in it. I’d already sold the violin, which had felt like a betrayal and did not come easily. Even though I did it for the instruments...

They’re alive!

Recently a video of a a 90-ish year old woman dancing dancing precisely and energetically to accordion music has been circulating on the internet. You may have seen it too; it deserves to be seen. A powerhouse, this tiny woman. What keeps screaming ‘old...

A Feminist’s Cheer for Brooklynese

Walking with my husband this morning, a chipper neighbor across the way saluted us with the plural ‘How are yous?’ And suddenly, coming from this very funny and intelligent man, it made perfect grammatical sense. Lumping women in with ‘you...

Ray Rice and the Shame Machine

Now this pisses me off. I’m not a fan of domestic violence of course. Stupid that I even should feel the need to write that….but I don’t think the NFL was within its jurisdiction when it kicked Ray Rice out of the League due to the video of him...