Josiah sat on my couch as I worked and did homework, four of us drove to Sun River and sang and laughed and sat quietly too – the gentle ease of old friendship is one of the best things I know.
I made some new friends and we played resistance songs, we descended their staircase into their lawn- the stars and city lights illuminated us as I drank beer and they smoked.
Gone With the Wind is four hours long, and while there are many groundbreaking moments, there are things that you can do that are a lot more fun than watching Gone With The Wind.
I’m overwhelmed with homework, I’m cooking a stew of leeks and potatoes in a tahini broth.
The white men who explain things to panelists during the question and answer segment of an event might be even more dangerous than the white men who don’t show up at all.
Today I watched powerful people talking about child incarceration in the United States and Palestine; Copeland gave me a ride home, and we talked about religion.
I went to the church I went to so often last year for the first time in months, and we, a group of gentle Quakers, marched quietly around Newberg, (quite a contrast to two days ago,) declaring welcome for our neighbors – being surrounded by familiar faces can be disorienting, and it can be comforting too.
I went to a party and Longbourne, and had Ruth sit with me on the bathroom floor while I cried and laughed and tried not to be sick.