August 8th, 2008. Tbilisi, Georgia

I remember that it was a warm summer day and I had stopped by my in-laws’ house to pick something up. While I sat on the balcony enjoying the evening, someone called to me from the yard- a colleague, a friend who I had only left in the office an hour or so before…

How to Explain Joe Biden to Your Bernie Bro Kids

What I Want My Teenagers to Learn From Politics

Four Things Anti-Depressants Took Away From Me

I’ve learned to live without them.

Time to Mourn

Last week, I proposed to my sister that we make a trip to visit Susan B. Anthony’s grave while in Rochester for my cousin’s wedding. We expected it would be a victory lap, and we agreed to bring our “I Voted” stickers to leave on the grave.

Why I Give to Panhandlers

In 2014, Occupy Oakland brought an influx of young-looking white people to my town. They dressed in black, had…

Don’t Mourn, Organize

Last night, as the election returns mounted, it became clear that we would not have a woman president and that many Americans did not share my view of the Republican candidate. I began to feel the creeping despair that so many are laboring with today. As one of several coping strategies, I…

No, I Don’t Feel Particularly Sad

After I dropped my kids off at school today, I decided to attend their weekly chapel, which I usually only do if one of them is performing. The theme was “Turning Hope Into Action” and it seemed like as good a place to be as any during the inauguration.

My Dear Elector Letter

Yesterday, on a sleepy rainy Saturday that would have been perfect for reading a national security briefing, DJT instead 1)started a fight with the CIA, who had just revealed that Russia had interfered with our election, which 2) he didn’t deny and then 3) appointed a friend of Putin to…

My Plastic Free Round-Up, Part 1

Easter morning, my family roused early to go to the neighbor’s house for coffee and bagels and an…