Coffeeshop Musings

Alright.  We’ve figured out the source of my varying afflictions: I’ve got bronchitis.  Cheers. It certainly explains the foggy week I’ve had.  Not the best—and certainly it did not end as such.  However, I came home to find a ring-necked dove eating the chicken scratch laid out in my yard, and that was rather nice and …

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Did you know that Quiet makes a Sound?

Hi friends.  Oi—it’s been a while.  My bad.  I finished Grad School and my over-fried brain just couldn’t cope with the idea of deadlines, writing, or anything that closely resembled either of the two.  I’ve missed you—your writings, your words, your images.  I’m excited to dive back into this loving little bloggersphere. This past week …

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Defiant Little Girls

Well you already know I’m the biggest procrastinator who forgets I even have a blog 98% of the time.  Anyway, I’m here to make the post I promised I would make three weeks ago. Moving on from my declaration of lameness…  There's this statue. Of a bull. On Wall Street. Everybody knows it. But, this …

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Thinking of You

The only thing I couldn’t leave New York without seeing was the World Trade Center Memorial.  It’s worth the trip, for that alone.  Never have I felt such heartache as I did in that moment.  The grief living in those gaping holes is profound.  It’s staggering.  It will bring you to your knees. It did …

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The Politics of Kneeling

I'm going to do this.  God help me, I'm going to make a political post on my non political blog. And I may regret doing this tomorrow, because I already know it's going to prickle at the skin of many people that I know.  But whatever, Neimöller has long taught me otherwise.   That, and, the …

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Idolatrizing the Confederacy

I went to Georgia last January. I had read a book and become inspired and flown away to a land of history and richness and cultural pride. My God it was a beautiful place to be. Before leaving Atlanta for Savannah, I went to the MLK museum. I saw the sad little row of houses …

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