I walk during my lunch break at work. Lately I’ve taken to walking the part of The Trail of Tears that runs in downtown Nashville. A portion of that trail is two blocks away from the high-rise named for the president who forced their march. I try to get in touch with what it must have been … Continue reading
It’s cold here, and the cats all want to cuddle. Unfortunately, that means cuddling with me. I have sciatica and arthritis in my hips and knees. When I lie down for the night I spend a bit of time tossing and turning until I get comfortable. I also have to fight cats to be able … Continue reading
As I was reading this morning’s latest news, I saw all this: Nicole Arbour goes viral shaming fat people. Hundreds of people turn out to celebrate KY bigot Kim Davis’ release from jail. The lion-killing dentist is back at work and more media types showed up than protesters. A survey shows that most of us believe … Continue reading
During times of great stress, we humans tend to rethink our place in the Universe and whether or not there’s truly someone in charge. I’m doing that right now. Is there really a benevolent overlord somewhere up in the sky pulling the strings that make us all dance and waiting for us to fuck up … Continue reading
To some, the work of a child abuse investigator can seem filled with misery and despair. It’s true that it’s pretty dark when you’re up to your elbows in a sex abuse case. But there is also much joy to experience in this line of work, if only you look for it. Many of the families I … Continue reading