HilaryNicholsWrites

DO SOMETHING I am undone in every direction. Sad and lonely, scared and lost, in this one hard day spent in pain for Floyd George,  and in all the overarching ways this continues to play. I am demolished with anger at my world, still moving steady as a glacier in the wrong direction. Pissed at my people cause whether I want to claim it our not, I am white amongst all these wrongs done in the coat of privilege and supremacy. I want to pull that word apart by the guts and entrails to never allow it to be stood upon again. There is no such thing as one group supreme. And the belief only indicates the opposite to be true. If any can be so reductionist to accept this inconsequential detail to be a determining factor, their own true colors of ignorance show through. I want to stand with others wise to all that is so clear to see, those that hold love and equality and open hearts higher than any ill conceived constructs to tear us apart. Racism has been real for f...

I am inspired by Haley Nahman's blog Maybe Baby  to write my Covid diary. But do I?  The impetus to fine tune my focus only calls forward the 100 other things I am doing in this very moment. While I type this I notice I'm holding eye cream in one hand. I was about to do my face for a video addition to a live birthday greeting. Which reminds me, I meant to gather up some images to add to that offering. But wait, I can't get to that app right now cause it is uploading the last photo show, which I find needs some hand holding. The duplicates and discarded files need to be sorted out to finalize the one professional task on my docket. That should be done. But I don't want the real work to go away. It is the most grounding task of my day. Maybe I could create a delay.  Or rather, I'm sure I can come up with some other real work or at least sort of worthy play in any case. Like my writing maybe. Once I have carved out some time. But not before the ...

The day Bernie dropped out broke my heart. Again. Again and again. As a pathological optimist I put my bleeding heart out there over and over. Convinced by the ground swell, the numbers, the powerfully positive record on social justice and the momentum of the movement swept me into really believing the vision. Bernie in the white house, and the crime boss behind bars. (In Matching orange jump suits let him and all his friends pick their own privatized prison.)  Until the impeachment proceedings got played and we didn't win Michigan this time.   But still I held out hope. Other primaries to sweep. Until that too felt sadly stolen and smashed by the seemingly corrupt upper hand. How quick did that supreme court overrule the governor to dictate an in person election during a shelter in place pandemic?  But the days that followed have allowed a little uplift. It is true that this message is bigger than one man and the movement can still gain ground. Stacey Abrams as th...