I was eighteen years old on April 20, 1999, the day of the Columbine High School massacre. The world stopped. People were stunned—and in pain—for days, weeks. The story was the lead on every news show, in every newspaper, for days, weeks. The footage of Pat Ireland falling out of a second-story window into the arms of two police officers is forever burned into my consciousness. This was a national tragedy. More children died last […]
Every time I sit down to write this blog post another sexual assault story breaks. What follows are drafts I’ve started and stopped in an effort to document the scandals (plural) as new facts come to light.
It’s that time again, people. You know what I’m talking about. Somewhere there is a pumpkin latte brewing; shoe leather is being brushed and polished; and an argyle sweater is being resurrected from its storage box. That’s right: it’s fall, baby! And though I do love the marvelous array of color that fall brings, and my breath, in clouds, floating off on the crisp breeze, nothing says fall to me like the prolonged drone of […]
First, allow me to offer you a window into my world: there is an upside down footstool in the middle of my living room. No idea how it got that way. There is a used, bloodied Band-Aid on top of the upside down footstool. Such is my world.