Excuse me, Mr Prezident …

Words. A torrent of words continue to be written and spoken and shouted about the cataclysm in Puerto Rico brought on by Hurricane Maria. My near-obsession with this on-going tragedy has left me at a loss for words, nearly. I could rant. I could name-call. I could point out the raging hypocrisy of the Divider-In-Chief, but what good will that do? Friends and allies will agree with me. Die-hard defenders of this pitiful excuse for a president will not. Where does that leave us, besides frustrated and angry, and at a stalemate, while desperate people are dying? These words from…

Hope, kindness, and a touch of snark

Confession: I’m weary to the bone of negativity and name-calling on social media — from both sides of the political chasm. So I’m working out how to navigate social media in a constructive way in this new year. How do we interrupt — and stand up to — the gross ignorance and intolerance of racism without falling into the trap of name-calling, snark, shaming, and tit-for-tat exchanges that too often dominate social media? Shaming doesn’t work, and we can’t just wish it away — and snark is so tempting, especially when you’re good at it. In response to me reflecting on how to…