Category Archives: compassion

look up

For you the stars shimmer and dance in the blueblack sky if you would but once look up to the heavens and see them. The shooting star traces its exuberant arc but you never see it your wish unmade. Your … Continue reading

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stand for love

  We saw a lot of marching this weekend. Many people went to Washington D.C. and cities around the country to press the issues of women and indigenous peoples. Ultimately, the marching was about oppression, injustice, inequality – and shaping … Continue reading

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don’t bother

And what if there is no State of the Union address delivered live from Congress on its appointed date? I know it won’t break my heart if the words have to be delivered in writing instead – like it used … Continue reading

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secrets

In my newfound zeal for fun reading, I lately launched into a true story, Annie’s Ghosts, by Steve Luxenberg. I’m still just getting into the thing, but, basically, the book explores a family’s discovery that their mother had a sister about … Continue reading

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enough

Who is not angry and ashamed at this point? This nonsense government shutdown demonstrates such contempt for the people – and who can be surprised? If there is a crisis, it is manifest in this abusive stunt carried out, once … Continue reading

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rights and privileges

Yesterday, I found myself in the midst of a group of people anxious to see Bernie Sanders #RunBernieRun for 2020. They had gathered at a local bar to watch a livestream hosted by a grassroots entity,  Organizing For Bernie. They happily … Continue reading

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encounters

I cut along between some apartment buildings, briefly noticing an angular, skinny guy on the far side of the building before the building comes between us. I keep walking. Grey sky. Michigan winter. I pull my jacket zipper up snug … Continue reading

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