40 Years Later

I can’t believe I’m still protesting this shit after 40 years!!








A Woman’s Place…….

“The only thing that shocked most people in the film industry about the Harvey Weinstein story was that suddenly, for some reason, people seemed to care.”


Yeah, care about being caught, at least for now until it all blows over. And yet, I can’t help but wonder about the women who are ambitious enough for the casting couch. How many famous actors are where they are because of it? And who am I to judge? I feel I sell myself every single day when I acquiesce to the wishes of the person who controls my paycheck and therefore my life. Every time I hear a stupid idea and stay silent, am I any different? Every time I’m told to implement a stupid idea and stay silent, am I any different? Every time I hear “any questions?” and stay silent because I know that’s what they really want, only pretending to give me power and a choice, am I any different? When I do offer an opposing opinion, told to shut up and do, am I any different? It may not be sexual, but violations come in all different categories. How many “should haves” race through our minds after the fact? Do these women hate themselves for their powerlessness more than I do?

Out of the closet and into the street

A 14-year-old commits suicide because of harassment at school because he is gay. No support from teachers or administration.

At the anti-homophobic protest in Warsaw. Yes, we will drag Poland, kicking and screaming into the 21st century and into the world of equal rights for all religions, all colors, all genders, all sexual orientations……..



I’m still alive because I have a friend who understands me. I’m still alive because I have teachers who support me.



The Falling Man

Do you remember this photograph? In the United States, people have taken pains to banish it from the record of September 11, 2001. The story behind it, though, and the search for the man pictured in it, are our most intimate connection to the horror of that day.



Photograph from September 11

They jumped from the burning floors—
one, two, a few more,
higher, lower.
The photograph halted them in life,
and now keeps them
above the earth toward the earth.
Each is still complete,
with a particular face
and blood well hidden.
There’s enough time
for hair to come loose,
for keys and coins
to fall from pockets.
They’re still within the air’s reach,
within the compass of places
that have just now opened.
I can do only two things for them—
describe this flight
and not add a last line.
Wisława Szymborska, “Photograph from September 11” from Monologue of a Dog. Copyright © 2005 by Wisława Szymborska. Reprinted with permission of Harcourt, Inc.
Source: Monologue of a Dog (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2005)