Yes. I have high hopes for the Autumn. There is a gathering in Detroit at the end of October. I am of course thinking of Seneca Falls, but also of Julia Ward Howe’s words: In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women, without limit of nationality, […]
The Trump Effect, PTSD, and the Dixie Chicks
Today is first time in many months that I am not being overwhelmed by every political ad, statement, or interview I see or hear. I now understand why I have been so down these last few months. The aha moment of realizing exactly what was upsetting me did not take the pain, confusion, or sadness […]