I’ve been wondering all day what I would write about here. Several ideas. None worked. Too dark, too unresolved, too personal.
Then an unexpected and amazing dinner with two newish friends–or, rather, people I’ve known for a long time, but only recently discovered. We were on the same wavelength in every way–political, philosophical, ontological. We understood each other; one person’s idea sparked another’s. It was a balm. Continue reading
Today, Saturday, started off rainy, but then the sun broke through and I decided to go to the nursery and buy a tree I’ve been wanting — an Eastern redbud. I drove home extremely carefully, trying not to let all the leaves blow off. (The only way I could fit it in the car was to have it hanging out the window.) Continue reading
Today, the Los Angeles City Council passed a resolution calling for an impeachment investigation of Donald Trump.
The resolution asks Congress “to investigate whether Trump violated the Constitution’s foreign emoluments clause or committed any other high crimes and misdemeanors that could lead to impeachment,” according to the L.A. Times. Continue reading
I’m here only to be here. That’s the discipline. Discipline is showing up. Continue reading
Today is my birthday. I’m fifty-one years old. That’s the kind of age that sounds really, really old when you’re young.
Of course I don’t feel old, and especially not lately, when I’m on such a steep learning curve. I’m a baby organizer, an infant activist. Recently, I discovered Marshall Ganz, an iconic longtime organizer (first through this excellent interview and then this one and then Resistance School). He makes extraordinarily exciting (to me) connections between narrative, faith, and politics–basically, my sweet spot. Continue reading