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It has been delayed, but the stream of posts from spouses of police officers have started to trickle out. They are full of pain and fear for their loved ones. They struggle with explaining to their children why their parent could be a target of the anger in their cities. They feel that they cannot safely adorn the thin-blue-line representations they have worn in the past with pride. They have anger, too. They have grieved officers who died in their badge and uniform, which they put on as a sign of devotion to their…


In 2011, my New Year’s Resolution was to stop and talk to anyone wielding a clipboard. Taking public transportation and walking most places, my paths crossed with these brightly-vested, underpaid zealots on a regular basis. So regular, in fact, that I came to see the same folks often enough that I asked for a code word I could give them to indicate that we had already spoken. Yes, I agree we need to do something. Yes, I am still too broke to give more than $5/month. No, I don’t spend more on Starbucks. …


If you were to build a temple as a gathering place for those who get categorized as None on surveys related to religious practice, the congregation would be comprised of roughly a fourth of all Americans. It’s people would be made up of people who identify as Atheist, Agnostic, or Nothing in Particular. America’s Nones reflect a number of motivations for identifying this way. Perhaps they don’t believe in a higher power, or they do, but don’t call that being a name that matches the language of any existing organized religion. Or maybe they feel that their faith practice is…


You are grazing your social media feed per usual, briefly acknowledging friends’ travels, home improvement projects, and occasional decision to make a monumental diet or exercise change. You then pause and scroll back because you have clearly come across a post that requires more attention. You adjust your thoughts to be in the state of mind you need to be in to process the content. It takes only a few words and a scratchy, fuzzy photo to know that someone has died.

“Yesterday, at the age of 89, my Nona passed away.”

“John died surrounded by family and friends after…


It’s 8:oo PM and I have just finished making dinner. Sitting down feels rather good, and I relish in the angle of my back even if it means we are eating at the couch in front of the TV again, rather than at the dining table covered in charging devices and unfinished thank-you cards. After finishing my plate, I go to get up to return it to the kitchen when my husband silently extends his own finished plate in my direction. “Getting more?” he asks with his eyes.

It’s not that the walk to the kitchen is far or that…

The Anonymous Authoress

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