Damn, I look happy - ecstatic, even - to be super glued to that boat. This was part of an action with Extinction Rebellion NYC as part of the Global Rebellion Week, as people all over the world stand up to face the climate crisis. Just moments before this photo was taken, I was feeling … Continue reading In spite of everything…
Recovering from a day in jail after our Extinction Rebellion direct action at City Hall yesterday. I’m tired. I’m privileged in so many ways, as an able-bodied white woman, so this is not a “poor me, I just got out of jail” post. My experience with the police the two times I’ve been arrested has … Continue reading Courage, my friend
Don’t try to tell me that enlightenment is found on a cushion. Or that I can only find God in a church or temple. Every rally is a communion and fellowship. Every chant is a devotion to something greater than ourselves, to the spirit that connects us in our struggles and joy. Every inspired shout … Continue reading I can’t help it.
A week ago, a prominent gay rights lawyer and environmental activist killed himself in Prospect Park (a ten minute walk from my house). He set himself on fire using gasoline as a symbol of the fossil fuels that are essentially burning up our planet. He wrote an email to the New York Times saying, “Pollution … Continue reading Why are we not all killing ourselves?
I want to share a story. This is not a story about rape or sexual assault or harassment and it's not meant to be equated with countless horrifying stories I've heard from friends and family of all genders. In the context of my own experiences, I don't even count this story among my own sexual … Continue reading Not saying no ≠ “fuck yeah!”
I gasped audibly when I rushed out of the turnstiles at the 34th St. station - not because I was late to class and had just run up the stairs but because the long underground corridor connecting Herald Square and 7th Ave was lined with homeless people. I walk through this passage several mornings a … Continue reading Scene from a New York Morning
When my parents' marriage began to unravel, I was in 5th grade. I had always been a mature kid, but even 10 years old is pretty young to become a frequent caretaker of younger siblings, which is what happened when there weren't two parents at home balancing responsibilities. Don't get me wrong: my parents … Continue reading Does life happen to me or for me?
When I traveled out of the country for the first time, I expected everything to feel radically different. I expected to land in a place that would feel new and strange. People would be so different, I would be so different. I couldn't wait to be surprised! Indeed, I was surprised when I stepped off the plane and I … Continue reading What did I learn about revolution from Standing Rock?
I'm supposed to be in Texas right now. I can almost see in my mind's eye the scene from which I am missing: the living room of my grandmother's house where my aunts and uncles and siblings and cousins are celebrating the new year together. I can see the matching Christmas stockings hanging on the … Continue reading Vulnerability as strength
Leo and I are going to break up. At least, we're both pretty sure that we are. We have been since the magical day we first kissed in Central Park. And, have been for two-and-a-half years. Now, before you worry your pretty little heads: Leo and I are still going strong. Our relationship delights and … Continue reading Thinking outside the relationship box