I think accepting a condescending narrative protects me from the storm, but it adheres to my skin leaving me perpetually bowed against an invisible wind.
Category Archives: Essays
Get a Broom
Smudge the whole place with sage and sweep the evil spirits out with a broom that then hangs over the entryway. Y’all know that place needs a spiritual cleansing after all the lies that built up all the hate that smirked and despoiled that fine old building.
Crazymakers
I think the reason they are holding on to power with such fervor means that they must have done terrible things that will be exposed.
DEAR 2020
2020, your toxic nature lingers, even and unto the day we take back the White House from Humpty Dumpty and we free all the king’s horses and arrest all the king’s men
Emperor has no clothes
It’s just all so repetitive, all so sickening, all so backwards. Hate is always propaganda and propaganda is always hate, and power corrupts absolutely.
Red Death strides the Beach
On this day, November 4, 2020, I am vacillating, so shook up, my limbs are vibrating. The polls have been closed for less than a day, and our fractured alliance of states are counting ballots at wildly different rates
A Year filled with curses and lies
The news dwells gleefully on the craven con men, parsing nonsensical pronouncements from on high…
Halloween hopes
The worst job of all has gotta be Director of the Justice Department’s Ethics Office in 2020. When the Attorney General is pointed at political enemies like a big fat cannon and retaliation is handed out like Halloween candy to earnest citizens, the complaints must be voluminous. This year’s Trick or Treat entreaty elicits nothingContinue reading “Halloween hopes”
Send me a Box of Rain
Michael Caputo, HHS, recommends, for mental health, to listen to the Grateful Dead. Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
What’s in a name?
When I was born, I was given my father’s last name. My first name belonged to an Empress, but that did not make me powerful – it is at the top of my resume, stating the necessary gender. When I married, I had already lived 26 years with this name. It has been engraved on name plates, creditContinue reading “What’s in a name?”
