Immigration. Education. Gun rights. Abortion. Religion. Racism. Sexual orientation…these are some of the topics that can bring out the trolls and haters in our internet culture…and life. Continue reading “Polarized People—Must Disagreeing Result in Disdain and Disgust?”
Many writers consider it a bit of a milestone to be published in The Huffington Post, and last week I was able to join the ranks of those who can say that they’ve achieved this goal. In fact, Arianna Huffington herself was the one to tell me that I would be published! Woohoo! Yea! My elation, however, was short lived. Continue reading “It Sucks to Be Misunderstood”
Don’t get me started on Donald Trump and how much it scares me that there are some people out there—including women, which astounds me—who think he should be our president. The focus here isn’t on the polarization of politics, and certainly Donald is polarizing if nothing else. I only bring him up because it amuses me that he has taken credit (of course) for creating the conversation on illegal immigration, and that is my real focus today. (Perhaps another time, Donald.) Continue reading “Us Vs Them”
What a week, huh? Though the world has never had a single boring day, some weeks pass by without “major” events happening—or at least not that the media shares with us when there are more pressing matters like what Kim and Kanye are wearing.
But last week brought us some biggies. Continue reading “(Un?)conscious Privilege”
I was blessed to be raised by parents who believed that their children could be anything that they put their minds to. While this is not a revolutionary idea, it is somewhat exceptional in the world of my upbringing because my dad’s culture—certainly at the time—didn’t really support that for women. Continue reading “Cracking the Concrete Ceiling”
Long ago I dated a man who had two kids who—to put it diplomatically—were not exactly well-behaved. On the occasions that we all went to a restaurant, I received looks from other diners that communicated “control your screaming banshee children.” Of course, our relationship was young enough that it wasn’t my place to discipline his kids, so I endured the judgmental stares uncomfortably. Continue reading “But the Greatest of These Is Love”
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