Happiness. It's relative.
We’re dulled to it. Not just school shootings but shootings of children outside of school and shootings of adults here, there, and everywhere. Ours is a gun culture. We can compare ourselves to other countries – European countries, Canada, Australia – and bemoan the… Continue Reading “Reflections on Why It Only Happens Here”
A long time ago, I decided to leave the hotel room in Des Moines where I was staying with my boyfriend and drive back home to Milwaukee. He was drunk and insisting that we go out on the town and I was terrified of getting killed… Continue Reading “If Now Was Then”
This is a repost. I went looking for posts talking about luck and found this one. We had it good – those of us who were able to grow up without worry. We were lucky.
I don’t like being angry but it’s impossible to watch current events in the U.S. and not be angry. Here are five reasons I am fed up tonight. I want President Obama to take a major bite out of anti-gun control Senators by calling… Continue Reading “Five Reasons I am Fed Up Tonight”
My anger meter is broken. Mute. Flat. Dead. Like a lot of people. Ours is the world of the body count. Nine doesn’t impress like twelve does, students don’t impress like people at bible study. None impresses like the first thirteen at Columbine when… Continue Reading “Another Day After”
Two kids were shot today while they were riding in a car with their mother. A 10-year old boy and an 11-year old girl, probably sitting in the back seat arguing about whether the window should be down or up got popped while their… Continue Reading “Pedal Pusher”
The parts of our city where all the shootings go on has become another planet. We orbit reluctantly, wishing that something sunnier was our gravitational force. Not violence and death and children dying on playgrounds because two young men made each other angry. Today… Continue Reading “Orbiting Zorkon: Gun Violence in Milwaukee”
When I was a kid, I pretty much went where I wanted. My parents never asked and I never told. As long as I was home before dark, no one cared. I could have been dealing blackjack at a blind pig in downtown Detroit… Continue Reading “I Wish They Were Lucky”
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