One night many years ago, I was home reading on a quiet suburban street when a car engine fired violently and roared down the hill, transmission screaming and gears grinding. Frowning, I set the book down just as the sharp squeal of tires turned into the unmistakable sound of the car rolling; its glass shattering and metal … Continue reading On Car Wrecks and Hate Speech: Moving Through Shock
I have a secret. I’ve been told to keep quiet about it. Not that I didn’t already know that I should. After all, she said, you wouldn’t want them to think... It is true. I wouldn’t want you to. Here’s the deal: My mind is broken. In several ways, but today, the worst part is … Continue reading I Wouldn’t Want You to Think….
Personal power isn't something we give up all at once. It is chipped away at, little by little, by circumstances and people and illness and a whole slew of other things until one day we realize what has happened. Or don't -- plenty of people never, ever realize they've given up their power at all.
It is important to remember Oso as a vibrant place, not as a disaster zone. The community was, and is, a tightly knit family of caring, generous people. People chose to live there for a reason -- because it was beautiful and it remains so. It has shown its heart through tragedy and it continues to rise above the mud.