Picture the type of person you think represents society’s worst enemy today. Is it a Wall Street hedge fund manager? Proud Boy Q-Anon follower? Third-world refugee? A communist? Then fast-forward a few generations to the end of this century and picture your descendants encountering the great-grandchildren of your envisioned worst enemy. Now imagine your progeny falling in love and getting married to your perceived enemy’s progeny. Are you rolling over in your proverbial future grave?
One could say that America was born from rage and grows from rage. I learned that firsthand at the Women’s March four years ago, when my country was mired in…
Every now and then my petulant 14-year-old daughter will extract herself from the latest viral TikTok video and declare her thoughts about a real-world issue. This week she surprised me…
Never again will I take fresh, breathable air for granted. The relentless fires along America’s West Coast serve as another reminder of how interwoven we are on this planet. When…
The Black Lives Matter protests in Portland are nearing 80 nights of activism. And as described in last week’s post, Hogwarts Meets Portland, the protests have been relatively peaceful since…
“Do you think it’s possible that humans will ever evolve beyond war?” I asked, casually sprawled on the dorm lobby sofa. Mike’s response was a swift, flat-out “No.” “Not even…
Do you ever have dreams so visceral that it takes a while to get grounded in reality once you wake up? When I was about 13 years old, one particular…
Last week’s post explained how a new symbol — the doughnut — would promote a better way to measure economic success. It’s undeniable that we need to put ourselves on…
A vicious catch-22 frustrates the hell out of me, particularly as a mother of daughters: we need more leaders who are women and people of color, but this doesn’t happen…