There was a female Pharaoh named Hatshepsut…whose hieroglyphics were chiseled out of the stone monuments…
But what last name will the children have? Why not both? If one last name must be chosen, why not the mother’s name? And why is it assumed I will have children? That leads to another essay altogether.
Renaming as Pervasively Caucasian
Your basic Grocery Store. Like an undeserved Manifest Destiny, it’s baked right in…
What I imagined just before going to sleep last night was a funnel whose interior, the entire surface was splashed with constantly upstreaming ones and zeroes, i’s and o’s. Every digital image, every television show, the music we hear, the images we see, all composed of an endless flow of infinite combinations of on and offContinue reading “The Binary Code of Sensory Input”
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.
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
The news dwells gleefully on the craven con men, parsing nonsensical pronouncements from on high…
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”
My Aunt Mary and Dolly Parton had something in common; they never left home without their “war paint” on. Pond’s cold cream and Oil of Olay – goop on, goop off. Gluing on false eyelashes and curling the ones she had, applying foundations, powder for the shiny spots, rouge to add color to the cheeks she justContinue reading “Aunt Mary’s Mask”
What body part stores my grief? I dunno, maybe it’s my feet. By best friend Bernice has a theory about injuries and maladies. That they illustrate a spiritual need that’s not being met. So, I keep breaking/wounding my feet and ankles these last few months. Go ahead, find the parallel, the symbolism of foot problems while Sheltering In Place. I’llContinue reading “Where do you store your grief?”