I am not your American, I don’t want that name I might look the part, but I’m not playing your game. Middle Class clothes. Working class life Getting through my day without too much strife. I’m not your American. I read too much. But I can hide my books...
Photo by Markus Winkler I sit at my desk with my lap top open and begin to type. Just start, I think. Write anything. Write the first impulse of words! If you start, you’ll find the flow. My fingers stop. I stare at my plant that is trying to adapt to the new...
Today is Martin Luther King Jr Day. Every year, I listen to his speech “I have a dream”. I have fought for the dream of unity, kindness, freedom, justice, friendship, and hope. Not Trump‘s dream of power, retribution, sexism, patriarchy, and wealth. But this is where...
San Mateo County is wealthy, beautiful, and filled with opportunities. I believed that bringing Rhia to this prosperous city close to Stanford Medical Center (where she gets her medical care) would be wonderful. Rhia agreed. No more three-hour drives. No more being...
I was chatting with a man who has multiple disabilities, when he suddenly said, “What’s up with the whole person-first thing? Why am I called a man with disabilities instead of a disabled man?” “Do you want to be labelled a disabled man?”...
One year ago today, I travelled across the country to Washington DC to join the Women’s March. There were marches all over the US, including several two hours from my home in Northern California. Why did I travel thousands of miles in the winter to the East...
