Slow Motion Collective Trauma

It's been a rough couple of decades... I mean months. I've been struggling for weeks on what I want to write about this pandemic, and I'm not even sure that I have anything specifically cogent to say, which seems, in some ways, unlike me. But...

This decade...

In 2010, "I" was living in West Oakland, in a collective house, working full-time as a partner of a small technology biz. "I" was the moderator of First Congregational Church of Oakland. I know it's strange to see "I" in quotes, but this decade...

A Memoir

I turned 60 this year, which I knew felt like a big milestone. At the same time, it also felt not such a big deal. But as I live into that year mark, I can see that I actually feel into this year mark, things have come to light. I …

Review of the Movie "Harriet"

Although I consider myself a student of history, I'd say I'm probably not a super great student of Black history. When I think about what I actually knew about Harriet Tubman before I went to see the bio-pic released this year, it could be summed...

Gratitude

Thanksgiving, as a United States holiday, has all sorts of complex and unfortunate historical baggage. And for many, it has unfortunate family baggage as well. But today, I just want to focus on gratitude. I've been on a social media and news...

Yes, This is Really All About Race

If you are a progressive Twitter user, you probably have been alerted to the open warfare between Amy Siskind and her (largely white) allies, and Imani Gandy (known as @AngryBlackLady on Twitter,) and her allies. It all started with the tweet...

The End of Civility

The philosopher Karl Popper is famous for a lot of things, but one of the things he is famous for is the "Paradox of Intolerance." The paradox is that if a society is tolerant of intolerance, the intolerant will eventually destroy the tolerant...

Straight Male Privilege is a Trip

So just first, to get this out of the way: I do not identify as straight. I identify currently as pansexual (that's a story for another blog entry,) and I am queer, and will always be queer, even if at any one moment (like this one) my romantic...

A New Kind of Pride

It's Pride month. That annual festival of queer celebration. My first Pride march was in 1985. I went down to Columbus, OH (Cleveland, where I lived at the time, didn't have a Pride march yet.) I was 25 years old, freshly minted lesbian, marching...

Being Part of an Avalanche of Love

I have a confession to make: I don't think this country is going to survive the next several years intact. But I have decided to put that feeling on hold - to pretend I don't believe it. I'm going to pretend that a difference can be made - that...