“Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
I wrote this (mostly) a few days ago while staying in a backpacker’s hostel in Dublin.
I’m staying in a mixed (gender) room at a not-to-be-named hostel in Dublin, Ireland. I figured a mixed room might be an experience and it proved to be true. Continue Reading
I’ve become aware of a sexual harassment incident in Tucson via Facebook. I don’t know any of the people involved directly, but I do know of the two establishments mentioned—as well as being friends of friends of the ‘victim’ on Facebook. Writing about such things always puts the scribe on shaky ground, and Continue Reading
Neil deGrasse Tyson (NDT) is having his #metoo moment. His response to the characterizations of him as a groper and an assaulter can be found on his Facebook page. It’s an eloquent defense, and frankly I find myself on his side, but I feel no need to defend him. Perhaps I will be accused of ‘mansplaining’ for this, and we cannot be sure what happened over a decade ago when he was in grad school, but the two other incidents he defends are in my mind an example of #metoo gone too far. Continue Reading
I’ve read lots of articles and information related to Elizabeth Warren’s claim of Native American ancestry. It interests me because I have appropriated (I think appropriately) some symbols and ideas from America’s tribal peoples. This politician seems a little brain dead on how she comes across, and I worry that some anger or misunderstanding might be transferred onto me. Continue Reading
I had an odd week. There’s lots on my mind, and it’s coming to me in a bunch of little stories, a bunch of odds and ends like the Abbey Road album or an anthology of shorts. I can’t say these are traumas so much as they are irksome incidents to rankle with in the wee hours of a restless night. Continue Reading
There’s this thing that keeps happening to me in Tucson, and it’s quite the conundrum because it hasn’t happened anywhere else quite like this. People dispose of me from their lives. They dispose of other people too, so I know it isn’t just me. It’s never about me. I’m just the latest Continue Reading
My Mother died this year, so this is my first Mother’s day without her. Since she died I’ve been expecting moments when the ‘grief‘ caught up to me. Instead something rather unexpected has happened. Up in the mountains while hiking, I’ve had moments of wonderment, epiphany, a wholesome feeling of ‘Mother’, creator and artist…bringing me to tears. Continue Reading
You can tell more truth in fiction than you can in nonfiction. * disclaimer
In the introductory post to this series, I wrote about two women I met here in Tucson: the beautiful blind optometrist and the doll-faced maniacal masseuse—and of course these are stereotypes, a bit nuanced, but still it’s fiction typecasting. I got trapped between these two stereotypes in my own mind as if they were battling for my future and my soul—to put it dramatically. Continue Reading
The writer’s greatest ally beckons their greatest nemesis: attachment.
The magic (or skill set) that a writer uses is best summed up by the notion of creating attachment. This is true in a simple form where a writer strives to create a character that people will feel attached to and see themselves in, but it goes beyond that. Continue Reading