If you have ever weaned off any kind of SSRI (Lexapro, Prozac, etc.), you're familiar with the body "shocks" that occur. They are unpredictable and incredibly uncomfortable; like an out-of-body experience that lasts .3 seconds. Eventually, the shocks fade and the body finds its balance. The time it takes to find balance, though, can feel… Continue reading Burn It All Down
"Faced with an outrage, anger is the price we pay for paying attention. It is the rage that ought to come out, because, when faced with an outrage, it is a sin not to be angry." - Allen Dwight Callahan Many, many, many years ago, I dated a guy who convinced me that my anger was… Continue reading We, The Angry.
I will never forget the moment. His name was Justin and he wore a lot of black clothing and Anti-Flag (the band) shirts and torn up skater shoes. We lived in the same neighborhood and skateboarded together*. None of this matters, really. It just feels nice to recall this image after what he told me… Continue reading Sanchez
I read the following headline today: In full disclosure, I did not bother reading the article. I let my mind do what it does best: draw conclusions solely based on my own observations. A tried and true Science. So, why do Christian's seem to place Christmas on a pedestal and Easter as just another time… Continue reading What’s More Important: Christmas or Easter?
It has been a full year now since I began the act of intentionally setting aside each morning to practice a spiritual discipline. What felt most comfortable for me was meditation, silence, and contemplation. During this year of setting my alarm earlier than usual, I learned much more than I could ever adequately describe on… Continue reading My Year of Spiritual Disciplines Practice
Just over a year ago, I found myself volunteering with The Women's March in Chicago. Another woman and I were in charge of directing foot traffic from one of the "L" stops downtown. Basically, I was yelling at arriving protesters to walk up the steps and take a right. As I stood there, though, an… Continue reading Women’s March & Motivations
It wasn't until this afternoon, sometime while reading another opinion article on Aziz, that I felt something inside me spark and fade. A memory resurrected from the grave, I felt its presence lurking somewhere in my body ... behind my eyes, maybe. In play-back mode, I could see myself in the front seat of his… Continue reading Unspoken Histories