Maybe I can’t change the whole world to make it better than it is now, but I can improve my little corner of the world, my little sphere of influence and passion. Maybe not cleaning up the whole house, but just the kitchen.
I do not have words for today. Or rather, mine aren't the ones that are important.
During a pandemic, during a coup, are we equipped to reset expectations and allow each other to process loss and challenge?
A weary look at what's now and what's next.
This is going to be a hard week. Is everyone hanging in there?
I'm taking a blog break while I text bank in advance of tonight's election and catch up on some other projects. Stay safe, all.
Despite what the people are currently doing around this town, it remains inspiring to think about the ideals we can strive to as a nation, by taking the words of our forefathers and updating them to be more inclusive and relevant.
I don’t see it as hyperbole to say we’re looking at the end of the world as we know it. We can either drive that change to ensure future generations thrive, or we can dumbly be carried along with change and then wonder what happened.
also posted on Medium - https://medium.com/@embank11/entitlement-a-sketch-bc5ba243e5e5 I’m trying to figure something out. I haven’t fleshed out this theory, but it’s been something I’ve been mulling over and seen pop up again and again in all of my conversations—real and virtual—ever since #45 began his candidacy. By writing about this tonight, even without doing research or polling… Continue reading Entitlement (a sketch)
I’m visiting my mom this weekend, and as with all conversations this time of year, we’ve spent time reflecting on 2016 and looking forward to 2017. At the end of one of these discussions, which had drifted towards politics, my mom summarized the current atmosphere, saying something along the lines of, “2016 has sure revealed… Continue reading Underbelly