A piece on the personal archeology of victim blaming and the exclusion of survivors as actors in social change and healing. She sat at her desk, Me, staring at the curtain patterns behind her head, Wide eyed and eager to …
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spoken word
Upon viewing 12 Years a Slave I am reminded of my years of concerted avoidance and disassociation. I have been afraid to look truth in the eyes. I’ve been choosing side-glances of reality. I’ve needed a break; a privilege afforded …
Read more →It was on the way to John’s funeral, my Mother’s second deceased husband (note: not her 2nd husband), in the late 90’s, driving a borrowed white Miata from Austin to Houston, Texas with the Milky Way shining an umbrella of inspiration …
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