Let America Be America Again

A young man born in Joplin, Missouri in 1902, inspired by the blues and his own experience, wrote the poem “Let America Be America Again.” Today, we hear men and women, young and old, yelling at us about what America should be. They tell us to Make America Great Again. Make America Smart Again. MakeContinue reading “Let America Be America Again”

Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

There she is. . . The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much. There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of theContinue reading “Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.”

Oh, Baby: From Boobs to Breast Feeding

I was a late bloomer. Still all eyes and ears and braces well into eighth grade. By the time I got to high school I’d at least lost the metal mouth, but my chest size and height had yet to catch up. It took the rest of those four years for me to grow intoContinue reading “Oh, Baby: From Boobs to Breast Feeding”

Singleminded Aunt Ida

The sister stands to the side, she sighs. Four weeks to the day since her divorce was final. Six months since she walked out the door. Her sister’s engagement doesn’t make her miss her ex-husband, not a thing could induce such emotions, but it does make her feel her aloneness. There is a thing inContinue reading “Singleminded Aunt Ida”

Like A Hero

Have you ever wanted to punch someone? Not in that – the person talking too loudly on their cell phone next to you in an otherwise quiet, slow moving-line deserves a quick back hand to the mouth – kind of way. I mean, for reasons that are clearly written in the code of human decency,Continue reading “Like A Hero”

At Last

Sam walked down the long green entryway to her grandmother’s door gazing at the new orchids blooming in the courtyard. Her eyes wandered up into the mango tree and she wondered when the fruit would start to weigh heavy on the branches. The year before they had come in April, unseasonably early, almost two monthsContinue reading “At Last”

Let’s Get Something Straight

The term “feminist.” It does not mean I don’t want a boy or girl to open doors for me. Please hold my hand. And walk me home. It does not mean I won’t do the dishes and the laundry and vacuum. And feed us. Every week. Which is why You should too, occasionally or always. ItContinue reading “Let’s Get Something Straight”

The Gene Pool Lottery

#LikeAGirl  <– CLICK for Video   Genetics are dumb luck as far as I’m concerned. Throughout history, whether you were born into the working class or the aristocracy was your fate. These days, we live in a world where you can change your stars. That is, if you were born in a first world country, and you areContinue reading “The Gene Pool Lottery”