January twenty seventh, two thousand and seventeen.

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.


January twenty third, two thousand and seventeen.

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.