I’m a coward. Tonight’s class was full of cultural appropriation, racism and silencing. I said something, but not enough, and I drove home thinking of all the things I could have said if I’d been clever, clear-witted and focused instead of angry, hurt and sad. Theatre of the Oppressed gives the audience a chance to […]
It is late at night but I am too angry to sleep. I’ve been holding this blog in my body for the past few weeks, wondering when I could filch time to write from summer bbqs, family visits, river rafting, term paper writing, poetry manuscript reading, and freelance computer work. I was catching up on […]
Stealing has always seemed fairly harmless to me. I don’t mean bank robbery, I mean filching. You know, sampling from the olive bar at New Seasons, running a red light, stealing second base. Breaking the law just a little; seeing how much I can get away with. I suspect that my attitude has something to […]