Archive - June 2020

I’m still learning. Three little words from a friend’s Facebook post. So perfect. So honest. So humble. She wants to help, to be of support, and affect change after the racially-charged events of the last few weeks. She is wasn’t sure how to do it, nor was she sure what to say that wouldn’t accidentally offend or hurt. So she admitted: I’m still learning. I was born in a suburb of Minneapolis. Soon thereafter my family moved to small-town Minnesota, and then on to central Iowa. All lily-white. Practically see-through white, given the northern-European heritage of the region. For as…

I’m sitting on our patio overlooking a tree-lined canyon. The hummingbirds dive at my red-headed husband. The ground squirrels peer suspiciously at our dog, passed out in the shade of a Ponderosa pine. And it’s still, so very quiet. Peaceful. And the guilt washes over me. My family is safe, ensconced in our little tiny bit of southwest Colorado real estate. No death, no protests, no destruction. No illness. But not no worries. Facebook has been ablaze for seemingly forever. And of late, the flames get fanned on a minute-by-minute basis. There’s always a cause to defend, there’s always someone…