Probably not an Intended Consequence

We live in a very mixed neighborhood.  Approximately half of the homes here are market-rate, home-owner occupied; the others are subsidized public housing.  This neighborhood is mixed-everything: income, age, religion, ethnicity. Many of my neighbors are immigrants.  Community events can have up to seven translators (all talking at once).  Talking a walk in the early evening is a marvelous olfactory experience, with dinners from many places all under construction at once.  Current events are sometimes very personal around here. In the wake of  Travel Ban 1.0, some of our community members drafted a letter to our immigrant neighbors.  “We know …

Part of the Resistance

I could call it homeschooling, but it feels way more important than that. We’ve always tried to be open and up front with Caitlyn about political issues. We’ve talked voting, been to a campaign office, watched debates and news clips, discussed issues, gone to caucuses. The urgency has gone up a lot in the last week, and so now we’re participating in 10 Actions in 100 Days. Caitlyn has written her first postcards to her congresspeople. (Yes, we’ve rounded her age.) I’m sick that it’s come to this, but I’m proud of my girl. I’m doing what I can to …

Where do we go now?

It seems quiet here today. Caitlyn’s FIRST Lego League team had a field trip to Highline’s Marine Science and Technology Center, and even the kids seemed subdued, somewhat surprising for a handful of geeky 12 year olds. We parents carried on, shellshocked, exhausted, grieving. I expect there will be many, many conversations to come, but everything I could think of to say to people today sounds like empty platitudes in my head, so there were many moments of just looking at each other. “Yeah…” one of us says. “Yeah,” the other one responds. Shock. Anger. Denial. Depression. Bargaining/Compromise. Adaptation. This …

Observing History

Thirty years ago, something woke me up in the middle of the night. When I went downstairs to investigate, I found my mom watching the wedding of Prince Charles and Princess Diana. Amazingly, she didn’t send me back to bed, and we watched the live broadcast in the middle of the California night. I was 6 years old. Caitlyn is well-trained to sleep through a lot, so I didn’t wait for her to wake up on her own, but collected her from her bed shortly after 2am our time Friday morning to watch the live stream of Prince William’s wedding …

The Long View

I feel badly that I don’t want to really think much about Current Events. The proposed federal laws that would redefine rape and shut down a national organization that provides a wide variety of health care services to low-income women. The protests in Wisconsin. The assault on the EPA and the shelter given to polluters. Citizens United. Really, I get sick to my stomach thinking about it. Where did rationality go? What are they all afraid of? Or is it that it’s all about greed? Why is it not possible to talk things through in a reasonable fashion without having …

The Importance of Small things

You make me feel guilty. I didn’t think people still cared anymore. He was an older man, African-American, with a small hat and a black jacket. I wonder what his life had brought him that a few people in front of a supermarket asking for food bank donations could seem so unlikely. And I’m grateful that despite my frustrations with things in general, the specifics around me are of people who do indeed still care.