Sages, mystics and warriors

As I drove to get coffee this morning, I saw them out in full force. The mystics, the sages among us. One was sitting by a quiet lake, book in hand, about to meditate. Another was one of just a few left outside a church after service ended. They were holding hands and praying. And…

What will you accept?

I grew up thinking there were two kinds of women. My neighborhood was filled with the first kind. They wore flip-flops with flowers on the top. They made Kool-Aid and kept fresh carrot sticks in water in a cup in the refrigerator for after-school snacks. They vacuumed and made dinner and took walks with their…

More than one steady march today

I know quite a few women marching in the D.C. rally today for women’s rights. And some in our local rally here in Chicago. While I am generally outspoken, I am not much of a marcher. It is not that I don’t value the message and the show of solidarity. I do. I certainly do….

Finding the grownups

What I didn’t expect was the backlash from my liberal friends. The expectation that I would be as outraged as they were was palpable. Oh honey, I wanted to say, I was done with outrage years ago. Allow me to explain. The recent election has seemed to further divide America instead of uniting us. As…

A contradiction in terms

I am always amazed at people who like things to fit into neat boxes. Because most of us, with our sharp edges and uneven corners, do not fit well into homogenous containers. I’ve written about this before, but it hit me anew this week as I found myself proving yet again that I am a…

Not a beauty pageant

I’ve tried so hard. Tried so hard not to bring politics into my blog, my tweets, discussions at dinner parties. Usually, it’s not so difficult, really. I have no illusions about why people read my blog. It’s not for my political savvy. I’ve always, frankly, wondered at those who post their political views on Facebook,…