
Back Pain, Sex Books, and Responsibility
Has art lost its power to disturb us? Have we stopped talking because of legislated shame? […]
Has art lost its power to disturb us? Have we stopped talking because of legislated shame? […]
“No more penises!” I yelled at the teenagers. They rolled their eyes, of course, and kept on with their little tubes of icing. “These are going to priests and rabbis,” I said, waving my arms and splattering red and green ribbons of sugar and lard through the air to smack and stick on kitchen cabinets. […]
Once upon a time, in the Shire of Raleighwood, lived a confused, sad, and alcoholic smurf named Jennifurlee. She had not started her life as evil but was born to the bad wart-faced witch, Shirfurlee. This devious witch had promised the small, deformed smurf great power if she only destroyed the Good Fairy. The Good […]
I have been finding snatches of time in the day to cry since the election. A friend called it being Trumpatized. A great term combining Trump and traumatized, the cause of the trauma and the condition it is triggering. My reaction, disbelief and grief and anger over the election, has to find little crevasses in […]
“Boys will be boys.” This primitive rationalization is reactivating long stored, sometimes barely remembered wounds in women and men. When I was a teenager, my family didn’t have much money. Mom was a single parent to three expensive kids. As a teenager, I wasn’t very forgiving nor understanding of my mother’s struggles to keep me […]