Victory is a measure of how the many care.

Ah, America.  Our election came and went, and I just barely evaded a full fledged panic attack.  Not as good as I’d hoped, nor as bad as I’d feared.  I am sorry and disappointed that we the people seem so predictably split by “party,” while the very wealthy merrily and largely unchecked go about despoiling…

Lessons of truth ring clearest among the true.

It is a consistent relief, to plan lessons for elementary school aged children, knowing that I am permitted to foreground morality as an influential element to literature. More precisely, I need not worry and fret over whether I personally appear to be supporting a moral take-away.  I need not agonize over how not to reveal…

The heart is attuned,where so ever our hands are cast.

I cannot help but cast my wondering psyche forward to a week from now, and weigh the oddly similar possibilities of crushing despair or overwhelming pride.  Irredeemable, or redeemed.  Undeniable weight. This election marks a deep, profound reckoning.  People in America: shall we together give ourselves a chance to mend the wrongs and heal the…

Reductive thinking is another name for the inescapable fact of our utter dependency.

As per usual, I accumulate small actions aimed toward a hoped-for restoration.  Restoration of rivers, our Union, our true independence. In a public comment direct toward EPA head Andrew Wheeler: The intended beneficiaries of our Constitutional responsibility are clearly stated to include “our Posterity.” This means all future generations must be taken into account as…

We must protect our capacity to see one another among the many.

The other day in a gas station, I experienced an uncomfortably familiar deflation of hope and happiness upon reading the array of headlines at the newspaper stand.  As is often the current events case, the distressing sense of the surreal was second only to the distressing sense that this is all starting to meet expectations,…

Opening a window upon the world can be a literal means of renewal.

I frequently find myself abashed by the comparative privilege of my life, as the flowers bloom for an array of meticulous insects, and our children delight in the knowledge and tastes of garden food.  The glorious clouds sear with their beauty, as my human heart strives to truly see and appreciate the vast gift of…