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  • Where the hell is everybody?

    I am maybe unrealistically angry.  I cannot shake it off. I don’t want to be touched, I feel irrationally furious at the whole human world right at the moment, and it’s not…

  • Who are we?

    I found this video by accident this morning. It’s ironic, because I have been chiseling out time on a borrowed laptop to piece together a women’s selfie project, and on the cusp…

  • Another brick in the wall

    “I bet she treats you well,” says one national leader to another (not accounting for the fact the second man is gay – but hey, who cares about acknowledging his sexuality? Certainly…

  • Day never to forget

    People gathered of different cultures, different colors, hair straight, curly, many were children, many were old. We were all dressed for the outdoors on an overcast Sunday morning in June, with the…

  • Nights without planes

    Like JFK, or the man on the moon, September 11, 2001 is the event people will share with you where they were when they heard the news, or saw the second plane…

  • Forsaken

    I’ve read lot of chatter on social media from people grudgingly agreeing to vote for Hillary Clinton after the DNC. I find this an example of limited thinking. As a Bernie Sanders…

  • Let’s make America great again

    Harry McShane, 134 Broadway, Cincinnati. Sixteen years of age on June 29, 1908. Had his left arm pulled off near shoulder, and right leg broken through kneecap by being caught on belt…

  • Who to blame?

    Despite the roasts she is receiving across all media, I felt incredibly sad for Melania Trump after watching segments of her labored homage to her husband Donald, and her stolen delivery of…

  • White people are stupid

    So, I’m white. Mostly Irish, with German and Czech, as some of you might know from my last name. In my DNA is some African ancestry, but it’s been so watered down,…

  • Love letter to America

    America, I don’t know where to put my anger. Sunday night I saw something just posted about the Orlando shootings, and Monday morning, I woke to learn fifty people were slain, at…

  • The heart of it

    I was driving home in the dark the other night and shouted out loud. My headlights gobbled up the road ahead, and I pushed forward, but this moment in my ears, through…
  • Confusion

    Just when you think you could be doing the right thing, there life goes and bites you in the ass, to let you know you had it all wrong. It was 1989,…

  • Sex ed? Grow up.

    Over 30 years ago, my friend Alec and I crossed the former grassy plain that was the Dominican Priory, and walked up to a movie theater on North Avenue to see a controversial…

  • The mouse

    I’ll get to the mouse. ***** Last week I spent an hour with two women who have worked with domestic violence victims for a very long time. I know them both fairly…

  • The legacy of childish things

    One 1970s afternoon in my early years at St Giles School, a film projector was wheeled into the classroom, and we saw a movie I have never forgotten. I think we saw…

  • Consider me schooled, again

    Author’s note: For Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people, this essay contains images of people who have died. Real enlightenment is something rare in life, I think. When you are sitting down…

  • Bystander

    I feel ashamed this morning. I feel ashamed to feel horrified about the attacks in Paris, and yet, I have, like so much of the rest of the world, not spared a…

  • Shock on the world’s doorstep

    I have been sitting here for several hours watching  and reading the rolling coverage of the Paris attacks on the BBC,  SBS, France 24, The Guardian, and Australian ABC. I condemn this…

  • So if you want to debate gun control…

    Those who hold court in the forum of gun control and gun violence might be defined by power, horror, truth, fear, strength, rage, ignorance.  But not beauty. Never beauty. This American issue is…

  • Enough

    Today, I am turning off the net, I am turning off news of the killings, of the hate, the fear, of the violence, of the world flooding into my home through these…