Note: The second of several postings about the most amazing reunion in the history of reunions. Dear Anyone Who Gives a Rat’s Ass About Education: First off, thank you. Secondly, never underestimate what you can learn watching something you’ve spent a year planning as it unfolds. We were in the midst of the formal portion … Continue reading Exporting the Revolution Reunion (2): An open letter to anyone who gives a rat’s ass about education
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“I just think of all the older gays and lesbians that worked so long and hard for this day, especially the the ones that passed away without getting to see it happen.” Mark Kavouksorian It was during the winter of my freshman year of college that my mother bought a house on Ridge Road. She … Continue reading Before Obergefell v. Hodges, there was Della and Dorothy: a tribute to ‘The Jones Girls’
I’ve had it. I want to ride my bicycle. I want to ride it where I like. Which is the nursing home. To see Mom and hang with Debby. As soon as I eat something. Repo week is over. There's more to do, but that room will do for now. Thanks for being part of … Continue reading Repo Week – Day 5: Calling it quits and going for a bike ride
I know it’s kind of cool to hate Facebook, but I just can’t bring myself to do it. It has let me stay connected to people I love who live too far away for me to see them as much as I’d like to. It’s given me a way to stay connected to people I … Continue reading Social media’s upside and an open call for handy tips on ditching excess emotional baggage
Black man killed by white cop. It’s a scenario we’ve seen way too often this year in US cities. Here in Milwaukee, where I live, that story has a particularly sad and horrible twist. Dontre Hamilton was 31 when he died last April. I never met him, but his situation falls within my slice of Tikkun Olam Pie. … Continue reading Dontre Hamilton, Tikkun Olam Pie & why I don’t do demonstrations (with update)
Spoiler alert: I’m going to talk about the picture at the top of this blog. If you don’t want to know what’s going on, stop reading. I didn’t know Kit was taking the picture. I was busy scattering our friend Julie’s ashes. I'd never done anything like that before and was apprehensive. Then I got my handful. They … Continue reading How to become part of a musical instrument
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