in mourning

Posted by on Aug 8, 2019

–I had no idea I was wounded. I had no idea that the wound that tore apart my body wasn’t supposed to be there. There was no internet back then. No impulse to self-diagnose, no desire to share stories with others like you.

Slaying the Dream

Posted by on Apr 9, 2018

My daughter, the Warrior Princess, played her first game of volleyball when she was ten years old. Several of her friends also played, and so the long Saturday mornings in cold gymnasiums across the city playing friendly games of pick up volleyball were like parties for her. Every weekend she’d get to see her friends …

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Unions Make Us Strong

Posted by on Jan 28, 2018

The interesting thing as the MSU sex abuse scandals are developing, is how often so many different corners of the media world have tried to impose a ‘savior’ on the situation. Feminist minded people want Judge Aquilina’s sympathy for and fierce protection of victims to be the new standard we judge all judges by. The Atlantic went so …

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Posted by on May 2, 2016

the sound of water is everywhere. it starts in my abdomen, the soft whir of incoming waves building until it crashes into my ears. my hands go to my body and I try to pay attention, try to see the sun from under the waves, but my body relaxes and i sink… *** i went …

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flint, food, water

Posted by on Apr 6, 2016

Ever since the Flint water crisis began, lead poisoning has been a top news story in national media. Most know the story of Flint’s water crisis by now. Flint was assigned an emergency manager that eliminated most democratic checks and balances in the city, including the power of the city council and mayor. The emergency manager then …

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