I’m not attacking you. I’m just being honest. I’m just telling you what my life has been like. I’m just asking you to listen, and imploring you to act. Begging you to feel as uncomfortable and outraged as I have my entire life.
As we all deal with the blowback of the recent events in Charlottesville, and the reactions from political leaders, I urge caution in the words we use. And caution in our actions so that we don't add to the fire of hatred, but find ways to effectively and systematically counter it.
Canada. The land of maple syrup, beaver tails, crazy geese, hockey, Tim Hortons, Justin Trudeau and…Italians? Oh yes. Italian immigrants settled into this area of Toronto – now known as Little Italy – beginning in the early 20th century. Known... Continue Reading →
Uncovering, telling and sharing these stories is my personal way of battling the odd loneliness and confusion that accompanies being a TCK. Particularly in a world becoming more tribal, intolerant and blind. What we need now more than ever is humanity, and how best to spread that? Through stories.
Because I actually can't (not) share this. The BS is real.
It's no secret that for thousands of years we have in fact been living in a "man's world." But what if it was a "woman's world"? Would it look different?
What a gun auction taught me about ‘middle America’
This is the truth: parallel worlds really do exist in America, and when each collide with the other they do just that – collide. For those of us who straddle these two worlds, we battle a constant identity crisis, because there’s no longer a common language or vision of what America can and should be.