fault lines

image credit: jeff sheldon via unsplash (used with permission)  Early on the morning of October 22nd  Corporal Nathan Cirillo was shot at point blank range from behind while on sentry duty at the National War Memorial in Ottawa. I turned

fault lines

image credit: jeff sheldon via unsplash (used with permission)  Early on the morning of October 22nd  Corporal Nathan Cirillo was shot at point blank range from behind while on sentry duty at the National War Memorial in Ottawa. I turned

a plea

image credit: jeff sheldon via unsplash – used with permission; the words are my own composition, inspired by the words of so many others.

a plea

image credit: jeff sheldon via unsplash – used with permission; the words are my own composition, inspired by the words of so many others.

notes on inequality

This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt Unequal Terms, which asked bloggers to write a post about inequality. To write this post, I feel like I need to stand on a soap box of some sort. So, here goes. *Steps

notes on inequality

This post was inspired by the Daily Prompt Unequal Terms, which asked bloggers to write a post about inequality. To write this post, I feel like I need to stand on a soap box of some sort. So, here goes. *Steps

where did you go?

You died Wednesday, October 1st, 2014 at 0830 central standard time. You had stage 4 stomach cancer. You’d been dying for 1 or 2 months. Our sisters knew. I had no idea. I had no idea until 5 hours after you’d died that

where did you go?

You died Wednesday, October 1st, 2014 at 0830 central standard time. You had stage 4 stomach cancer. You’d been dying for 1 or 2 months. Our sisters knew. I had no idea. I had no idea until 5 hours after you’d died that

railing against reality

I find my anger rage triggered today.  I feel enraged. Cheated. Disenfranchised. Marginalized. By Alzheimer’s Disease (AD). By my mother and her older brother, who now controls my parents’ existence like Cerberus, the multi-headed hellhound who, in Greek mythology, guards the entrance of

railing against reality

I find my anger rage triggered today.  I feel enraged. Cheated. Disenfranchised. Marginalized. By Alzheimer’s Disease (AD). By my mother and her older brother, who now controls my parents’ existence like Cerberus, the multi-headed hellhound who, in Greek mythology, guards the entrance of

the torment of creation

Einstein said that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, that it can only be transformed. And yet, I think the action of art, on a visceral level, is the creation of energy, taken from one’s own individual stores, and

the torment of creation

Einstein said that energy can neither be created nor destroyed, that it can only be transformed. And yet, I think the action of art, on a visceral level, is the creation of energy, taken from one’s own individual stores, and