See No Evil

The other day I read an account of a Professor stopped for questioning by the police. By the time I’d finished reading his account, I was weeping–out of frustration, helplessness, but mostly out of plain sorrow. The kind of exhausted sorrow that sits on your chest like a hippopotamus with nowhere to go. I’m all out…

Heart of Darkness

We had a discussion with a group of tweens and teens recently about why feminism still matters. “But shouldn’t we be about equal-ism?” One of them piped up. I understood where she was coming from. After all, this generation of girls have been afforded the most freedom since Pagan goddesses ruled the stones. But she is…