With the shutdown of the country came the shutdown of my writing. I have published exactly two blog posts and one magazine article since THE PANDEMIC. That is not a great amount. Everything else I start to write seems so trivial or else so horrible that it would take pages to delve into even one particular subject out of so many. Today, I opened a new document to make yet another attempt at creativity and inspiration, with perhaps a dash of wit. This is me, trying to write. I

Hey #NotAllMen We never said it was all men. And if you heard that, it’s not the majority. But the majority wants you to shut up. #NotAllMen You have not earned the privilege you think you have; to mansplain every fucking thing to us. Even our own realities. Especially our own realities. #NotAllMen Stop interrupting us; stop inserting your voice into our conversations. Your mouths need to close. #NotAllMen You must stop with your ridiculous need to not-let-us-get-a-word- In-w

Imagine this: The danger is not to women. Rapes don’t happen in society, but surprisingly, dicks get cut off quite often. At an alarming rate. We call this Castration Culture. Men complain but there is nothing society does to stop it. The newspapers talk about it and describe what the man was wearing and doing at the time that may have influenced him getting his dick cut off. The reporters get complaints about titillation in their reporting. People make jokes about it. Men ar

Don’t you know yet? It is your light that lights the worlds. - Rumi Deep inside of you is a light. You were born with this light. It is pure, clear and true. It is who you are. Someone or “more than one” may have tried to dim or snuff out your light a long time ago or even recently, but it remains at your core, ready to light up your life. This light is your inner spirit. It is the essence of you. It is this amazing part of you that is resilient, strong, beautiful and loving.

July I am flinging myself into my house. Not around the house. INTO the house. I am decluttering with an energy that is focused and frantic at the same time. Emotional turmoil has done me in. I did not have my defenses up. These last two years have taken their toll and I know I’m not the only one that feels this way. I am weary. I hate everyone. Even the people I love and respect out there. I am cranky. I load up stuff for the thrift store, filling my car, over and over. I

I have been feeling so sad about what happened in Las Vegas. As a sensitive person, it can be difficult to protect myself from feelings of pain and sorrow.  It wasn’t until yesterday that I remembered I had written about Hope after the shootings in the Orlando nightclub. I went back to the post that I wrote on June 14th, 2016 after the murderous assaults. I thought maybe my own words would reassure me. The startling fact is that the entire post could have been written about t

I am tired of hearing about this violence over and over again. Rape. Rape. Rape Culture. Victims. Survivors.  Vulnerable women, youths and children. Their stories. Oh, so many stories. And now another one, closer to home. I was just told that a 14-year-old child of a friend was raped by her boyfriend. Same story. The same story I have heard so many times. As is often the case, this was her first introduction to what some term sex. I remember the friends in high school raped b