When I was a baby I was separated from my parents. The details are lost, but the story is that when I was days or weeks old I was left in a box on the steps in front of a police station in Seoul Korea. I’ve always assumed my mother voluntarily left me, given the … Continue reading I too, was separated from my parents and given a number.
I’m leaving Twitter today, not exactly earth shaking news--even to my 33 followers--but it’s been a long time coming and it was a easy decision after reading Lindy West’s article I Quit Twitter And It Feels Great. I've realized that every time I'm on Twitter I walk away feeling even more anxious and angry than … Continue reading Flipping the Bird
One of the reasons for creating my blog is to share stories as I walk through this world, whether in Marrakech, Manhattan, or my own neck of the woods in Northeast Portland. Usually my walks in Portland are fairly uneventful. With the exception of crossing paths with an especially stupid squirrel playing chicken with Wasabi, … Continue reading So What If She Flipped You Off?
Trump’s gonna Trump. I’ve said this since last summer during the ramp up to the Republican Convention and I still believe this today. You can be outraged, horrified and disgusted by his comments or you can be gleeful that he’s sticking it to your neighbors. You know, the trans/female/brown/sick/impoverished/intellectually vulnerable ones. This past weekend Trump … Continue reading The Sound of Silence
As a writer, words are my currency, and like all currencies, different words have different value. Say what you will about sticks and stones, but some words do more than hurt, they evoke fear, outrage or derision. Genocide, racist, apocalypse, pandemic, termination or circus peanuts are such words. On the other hand, there are words … Continue reading Sticks and Stones
I have been in a fog these past four days trying to make sense of the election results. One of the ways I process loss is by reading; collecting every bit of information I can so that I can distill from it a lesson. I don’t think it’s just me, but millions of us want … Continue reading No Single Story
We’re going to be autopsying the body of the 2016 election for years and may never figure out how we ended up where we are. I sit here at 2:30 a.m. trying to fully absorb the truth of what just happened, that Donald J. Trump is our President-elect. I keep wondering if I saw the … Continue reading The Divided States?