Indigenous Peoples’ Day

  Monday was a holiday–of sorts.  When I was young, it was unambiguously Columbus Day:  we celebrated the day Columbus “discovered” America and most of us had off from school.  Now, in many places–though not everywhere–the day is commemorated as “Indigenous Peoples’ Day,” but somewhat uneasily, I think, depending on where you live. I asked…… Continue reading Indigenous Peoples’ Day

Reflections on a Topography of Terror

  I’m trying to get my thoughts together here in the first week of Trump’s presidency.  It’s hard, because I am feeling so rattled, so apprehensive, and frankly, so sick to my stomach.  I live and operate out of a place of deep optimism and hope, always, but I am finding that place hard to…… Continue reading Reflections on a Topography of Terror