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There is an email earmarked in my inbox linking to an interview with Joseph Campbell, where he discusses how to follow your bliss, that I took time out of my *busy #sabbaticalled schedule to watch recently.
I think it’s the privilege talking, but being #sabbaticalled does wonders for transforming the drudgery of everyday life. One of my favorite pastimes here in Wellington is hanging the laundry out on the line to dry.
It’s been nearly six weeks since my family and I departed Chicago on sabbatical, our destination: Windy Welly.
Delhi is the Washington D.C. of India – this capital city is dominated by New Delhi, designed by the British in the 1920s, and what is left of Old Delhi, designed by Shah Jahan in the 1700s. You can imagine the juxtaposition.
In the past month, I have had a palm reader tell me that I was fit and a yoga instructor tell me I would NEVER get fat.
Arriving in the north has been an incredible shock – Jaisalmer is the type of place one ‘imagines’ when one pictures India.
Kathakali is an all night affair – a dance held in a Hindu temple beginning at 10:30 PM and traditionally going until sunrise.
On Christmas Eve we attended midnight mass at the Santa Cruz Cathedral, becoming in its state of decay – the paint was peeling but the holy water holders were full.
In Pondicherry (where, by the way, we narrowly avoided a cyclone) we had our fist genuine Ascetic sighting. A man walking the streets was pulling a cart with his back skin and balancing an altar of sorts on one shoulder.
…is a lot like watching television, only better. As the gray fumes from passing vehicles pump in between the bars on the windows, blurring your vision slightly, the scenes that pass by are amazing.
While my husband, daughter and I are living abroad in Wellington, New Zealand for my husband’s sabbatical, I vowed to write a travelogue: I’m calling it #sabbaticalled. Which got me thinking about an earlier travelogue I’d written.
The fall of Roe v. Wade evidences the decline of feminism; we have got to turn that decline around. We are not our mothers, or our grandmothers. We cannot be forced to live like they did.
I have been thinking a lot about blame (which surprisingly is *not* one of the stages of grief). I don’t want to hear one more person lay the fall of Roe v. Wade at the feet of Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
For International Women’s Day 2021, I was intrigued by the theme: Choose a Challenge. I know, I thought, I’ll pick implicit bias, and my mother! What could be more challenging?
When asked to “pay homage to dresses and the magical moments that happen when we wear them” for National Dress Day, March 6, 2021, I knew immediately the moment I would have to write about.
Eventually, I came around on the subject of white privilege. Growing up where everyone was white, at first I didn’t believe in white privilege. Privileged over whom, I always asked. Ourselves? But, I respected the theory and agreed I was probably prejudiced, just in ways I couldn’t necessarily perceive.
For some of us, the 2016 election ushered in the post-compromise era. As an idealistic, former Cultural Awareness club member in high school, this was a precarious position to be in. I was taught to both respect, and have, an open mind.
In 2016, I naively asked myself, “in 1933, what would I have done, as a German citizen, in Nazi Germany?” My answer was, I *hoped, that I would have condemned Nazi supporters, be they family, friends, or colleagues. So that’s what I did in 2016.
Barrett’s appointment means we will need to spend the next forty+ years fighting everyday to keep from losing the basic rights our mothers procured for us.
In the days of my youth the phrase we used for what Dr. Christine Blasey Ford testified to experiencing at the hands of Brett Kavanaugh was “date rape.”
I am angry. I have been angry since Election Day 2016. It’s amazing to me that this anger has ceased to subside; it’s a little like grief in that way, it simply burns true day after day.
In September of 2020, I began writing a series of Letters to the Editor of the New York Times, which I submit, but which are, needless to say, never published.
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