Save AmeriCorps!

Save AmeriCorps!
I want to tell you about my two years of National Service with AmeriCorps. When I was 19 I became a VISTA, for the Chicago Housing Authority Recycling Buy-back Program. We provided alternate income sources for people living in public housing, employment opportunities for people who might have otherwise been denied jobs, supported locally owned... Read more »

A Much Belated Tally of 2016

A Much Belated Tally of 2016
Hello, lovely readers! Those of you who have been reading for a long time know that I am a little neurotic about how I manage my time. And by “manage my time,” I mean do the bare minimum to keep myself healthy, happy, and sane.

I Take My Kids To Donate Blood

I Take My Kids To Donate Blood
I believe it’s my job to set a good example for my children.  I try to be polite, to be forgiving, to smile easily and hug freely.  But some things are more important than my every day behavior. Every few months, I pack my children into the car, and I take them with me to donate blood. I’m... Read more »
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On Punching Nazis in the Face

On Punching Nazis in the Face
The Lake County JCC got a bomb threat yesterday. It’s the third time in less than a month that dozens of JCCs in the US have been threatened like this. When Trump attempted to come to Chicago, I watched his fans. I watched them laughing together, asking the question to other MAGA hat wearing folk,... Read more »

Inaugural Poem

Inaugural Poem
A room full of people, Surrounded by shadows of a fading light. “No,” I said, in turns, With a voice dancing recklessly between fear and laughter. “No,” I said, Helplessly, Unheard. I knew him, The archetype Man with Power, When, in turns, I said, “No,” The word emptied with a hollow dredged of fear and the plodding footfall of the inevitable.... Read more »

Never Question Your Gut Feelings

Never Question Your Gut Feelings
When I was eighteen, I started hallucinating smells. I knew my great-grandmother had been schizophrenic, and that schizophrenia tends to manifest when you’re about eighteen, so I freaked out. I looked up the number for a psychiatrist, and called in a panic. “You know, schizophrenics hallucinate voices, not smells. Hallucinating smells is a symptom of... Read more »
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Four Words That Will Help Me Save the World

Four Words That Will Help Me Save the World
Two days before Thanksgiving, M had his every-so-many-monthly MRI. For us, it was what it nearly always is. Inconvenient, but not unwelcome. Stressful, but less so than so many other aspects of our lives. Worrisome, but by no means the most worrisome thing in our lives. To be honest, two weeks after the election the... Read more »

Dispatches from Disassociated America

Dispatches from Disassociated America
When I was 14 years old, I was raped. It took me a long time to come to terms with what happened. Not to get over it, not at all, just to wrap my head around the idea that it had happened. The process of incorporating “rape victim” into my identity included disassociation, reckless behavior,... Read more »

The October 2016 SuperMommy Digest

The October 2016 SuperMommy Digest
It’s been a long, exhausting month, starting with the release of the Trump Tapes. When you write about sexual violence and one of the candidates for president is recorded BRAGGING about committing multiple acts of sexual assault, news can take over you life. There is something utterly triggering about a man in power, in genuine contention to... Read more »
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To The Doctor I Hated For Saving Me, Thank You

To The Doctor I Hated For Saving Me, Thank You
I had been engaged for fifteen hours, and I was terrified. Fifteen minutes earlier my fiancé’s coworker called to tell me he had a seizure at his softball game, he was in an ambulance on his way to the emergency room. I was already in my pajamas, letting a pint of ice cream soften on... Read more »