White Fairy Tales: When I Lost Abraham Lincoln.
My mother's poison killed too much awareness and shaped me with too much White privilege. But my reckoning with truth is more than theoretical.
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Pretty Poison: The Archetype of Female Vengeance.
Pretty Poison reflects the imbalance of power between genders and the dark pathways that a woman might follow in order to get her power back.
There’s Never an Answer to Why We Poison Our Own People.
There won't be any organic anything for long. Because people like the Donald, our president, gave Dow Chemical the right to poison our crops with nerve gas.
The Dance of Turning Poison into Medicine.
I lasted half a day of dance classes on the first day. The second day, I lasted less than 90 minutes. Not only did walking on gentle sand feel like sharp gravel between the skin of my soles and fascia, but the vision in my good eye was deteriorating into the kind of blur you’d need Coke-bottle ...
Truths from Standing Rock Camp.
Native Americans have lived a culture that links them intimately to Mother Earth. Their prayers align with Her. They know Her, therefore they can understand when She needs protecting and honoring, when enough really is enough. Everyone should listen to their advice on how to proceed into the ...
Orlando: This Is how It Lands in Me.
When I was a teenager, just starting to question, there was a horrific crime committed in my hometown where two brothers broke into the house of a gay couple and murdered them while they slept in their bed. I believed then that it would never be safe for me to be out. As a teenager, I expected ...
Assess Your Confrontation, Don’t Fight Back.
It is not advisable to fight back, that never works. What we can do is assess. Make the much needed attitude adjustment (on the self) and walk on. We can’t (and it isn’t our job to) try and persuade the marksman that we are not a target. They are on a mission to hunt our ass down, subdue us, ...
Thank You For Not Calling.
Some wonder why I’m thanking someone who hurt me so deeply and forever changed my life. Buddha’s saying pretty much says it all, Holding on to anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Holding on to that rage and sadness was only hurting myself.
Mourning Through Drug Addiction.
Father Gary stood under his umbrella, reading scriptures from the Bible as everyone continued to cry a sad cry. Greg was only 28 years old when he overdosed. He had just been released from doing a three-month vacation in the county when he died in the bed of a girl who was merely a stranger to ...