A Fight Without Weapons

A Fight Without Weapons

This is the prompt I offered our writing community the day after the children of Uvalde died:

Write a prayer or a blessing for this moment.

Remember the dandelion that pushes through the concrete, the single house that withstands the storm, those who walk through hell and then heal enough to tell the tale.

And remember those who do not.

On Making Up Myths (Or, Will the Real Cana Cludhmor Please Approach the Harp?)

On Making Up Myths (Or, Will the Real Cana Cludhmor Please Approach the Harp?)

I’m all for the magical and the divine, but I think we do a disservice to the goddesses—as well as the culture, the history, and the mortal human condition—when we force women out of this world and into the otherworld to serve our desire for life on the other side of the veil.


Cultural Appropriation, Toxic Masculinity, and a Story from the Scottish Highlands

Cultural Appropriation, Toxic Masculinity, and a Story from the Scottish Highlands

There’s a tremendous risk of romanticizing the old world, locking a beloved place in nostalgia and forgetting it is full of the bustle and bruises of real, contemporary life. Real folks living real lives that have just about nothing to do with your imagination and projection.