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Catholicism and Me

By on Mar 12, 2016 in Creative Non-Fiction, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Writing | 2 comments

I'm Catholic. I'm a Catholic in my heart, in my morality and in my soul. I didn't practice Catholicism for a long time — it may well have been forty years. If someone asked me my religion during that time, I said, "I'm a recovering Catholic." Get...

Fixing The Rape Kit Backlog

By on Nov 6, 2015 in Creative Non-Fiction, Viewpoints | 3 comments

Hundreds of thousands of rape kits lay moldering away on storage shelves, prey to dust mites and mushrooming mould. But times are changing.

Svetlana Alexievich, Chernobyl and the Nobel Prize

By on Oct 24, 2015 in Book Reviews, Creative Non-Fiction, Non-Fiction, Reviews, Short Story Reviews | 5 comments

Svetlana Alexievich Svetlana Alexievich wrote Voices from Chernobyl: A History of a Nuclear Disaster, a compilation of the stories of many people tied together by one uncomfortable fact; they happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were there when the Chernobyl plant...

Draupadi and the Mahabharata

By on Aug 25, 2015 in Creative Non-Fiction, Non-Fiction, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Viewpoints | 0 comments

The Indian epic, the Mahabharata, is a tale of love, of hate, of two clans who vie for a kingdom, of a dice game where a kingdom is lost . . . and of a war to the death fought to gain back that kingdom.

Racism, Life Lessons and Memorable Movies

By on Jul 15, 2015 in Creative Non-Fiction, Non-Fiction, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Viewpoints, Writing | 5 comments

There are more than one set of values and morals available to me in life. How do I choose the right one? And where did those values and morals come from. How do I decide which path to take.

Ferguson-A Lesson in Fear

By on Dec 7, 2014 in Creative Non-Fiction, Non-Fiction, Uncategorized, Viewpoints | 3 comments

What does it feel like to be feared? I don't know. No one that I know is afraid of me. I'm a woman for one thing and I'm not really big although I'd like to lose a little weight. I have a little dog, a five-pound toy poodle named Rikki, a rescue, and he's afraid of me. I'm working on him, conditioning him to my touch and to being around me. His fear has brought out something curious in my own nature, something I don't like. I get frustrated with him sometimes. I say to him, "I've spent lots of money on you. I've loved you. I've taken care of you. Why are you still afraid of me?" Actually I've raised my voice a couple times when I've said this but raising my voice or doing anything that would scare him is counterproductive. It's up to me to keep my anger in check. He can't help being afraid of me any more than I can help being afraid of a wild pack of wolves. That's just an example. There aren't any wolves around here. [Read more . ....

Rikki, Tikki, Tavi, Part 2

By on May 1, 2014 in Creative Non-Fiction, Writing | 7 comments

Rikki's alive. He must be. The morning after I gave up and took down the signs, Petwatch, the microchip company, called to say he had been turned in to the Buncombe County Humane Society.

Rikki, Tikki, Tavi, Part One

By on Apr 17, 2014 in Creative Non-Fiction, Writing | 2 comments

There's a crunching sound in the kitchen and that means Rikki is eating his breakfast. I'm delighted. My entire being has been willing that little guy to eat. He's weighing in at around five pounds again and that's the weight he came in at six months ago when I got him.

Chapter Two, The Funeral

By on Feb 25, 2014 in Creative Non-Fiction, Memoirs, Uncategorized | 5 comments

Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord, 

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