So here we are at Easter. My mind is stuck on a conversation I had yesterday with a friend who is undocumented. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she talked about losing everyone to come here with her husband and children. Obviously someone doesn't do that unless the situation is dire. Now her husband's father is on his death bed in Mexico, and they can't do what most of us take for granted: go home and say goodbye.
#MeToo
In the fifth grade, when I was ten, I was bullied by a boy
in my class who told me about how he and a group of boys had pinned a girl to a
haystack with pitchforks and raped her.
He said he wanted to do that to me.
I was scared but trying not to believe him in the hopes he
would go away. I never told anyone.
Five Years
February 15, 2018. Five years. FIVE YEARS. It’s been five years today since the first arrest and I gained two small children.
I was by no means prepared mentally, emotionally, or physically. I was anemic and sick, and devastated by the nightmare we were facing as a family. I was terrified by the possibilities, and five years later, I still am.
DREAMing of Peace
I'm about to Facebook delete some people I genuinely like if
I hear any more deliberately ignorant anti-immigrant sentiment. (I know
that nobody is losing sleep or gnashing their teeth over this, but I hate
deleting people because I hate to give up on them.) There is plenty of accurate info out there
for anyone who isn't intellectually lazy. It takes less than five minutes
to find information about the myths surrounding immigration but some people
just can't be troubled with those pesky facts.
And deliberate ignorance is my biggest pet peeve. So if you are bothered by people who look and
speak different from you, please read the following. If you still don’t understand that immigrants
are humans, and just as important as you are, it will be my pleasure to not
have to see the hateful drivel you post any longer.
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Women's March and Silence
Today, January 21, 2017, is the historic Women's March, which started in Washington, D.C. and has spread across this nation and even to other countries.
In our tiny rural community over 200 people showed up for today's march. Quite mind-blowing in a county in which Trump got more votes.
In our tiny rural community over 200 people showed up for today's march. Quite mind-blowing in a county in which Trump got more votes.
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Father's Day
I spent this last Father’s Day in silent, burning rage at my dad, and it’s taken me three months to sort it out enough to write.