Dear President Trump, Are you following Oliver North’s statements about school shootings being a product of “our culture of violence” and we shouldn’t blame guns? Do you see any problems with that logic? Like maybe that the ubiquity of guns, our overly literal interpretation of the Second Amendment, and our unwillingness to value life over … Continue reading Brainwashed and benumbed + guns = death
Human Rights
What’s on your mind?
Dear President Trump, This morning I planned out my run so I could go by the huge Buddha head a few blocks up on a side street. Now that it’s light so early it felt safe to go ahead and run on side streets. I got to see the big Buddha as planned, but then … Continue reading What’s on your mind?
Mother’s Day — it’s complicated
Dear President Trump, How was Mother’s Day for your family? I hope you and Barron showed Melania a nice time today. It’s been kind of a mixed Mother’s Day weekend for us. Honestly, no matter what’s happening, it’s always a little hard because our son’s death hovers in the background every year. There was an … Continue reading Mother’s Day — it’s complicated
Go ahead, take your marbles someplace else
Dear President Trump, Dang, I just did it again – as I dutifully typed my polite salutation to you, my fingers got going too fast and I typed “Dear President Ru.” Juvenile Freudian slip, I guess. Have you been following what’s happening here in Seattle around the City Council’s proposal to build low income housing … Continue reading Go ahead, take your marbles someplace else
Progress is not the same as finished
Dear President Trump, I’m going back to the dead, rootless tree that fell over a few blocks from my house to elaborate on the analogy I’ve drawn between it and the death of white patriarchy. Now that bushes, trees, and flowers are fully leafed out and in bloom it’s hard to see the dead tree … Continue reading Progress is not the same as finished
Space takers
Dear President Trump, I am devoting this letter to a catalogue of some the day’s instances of men taking up a lot of physical and/or emotional space. First, on my way to work this morning I was accelerating towards an empty crosswalk when a man came down some adjacent stairs and walked right into the … Continue reading Space takers
I’ve got work to do
Dear President Trump, I’ve got work to do. This morning when I saw the title of the “Poem-a-day” in my inbox (“If All My Relationships Fail and I Have No Children Do I Even Know What Love Is”) I assumed the author was a woman writing about a romantic relationship having ended and her biological … Continue reading I’ve got work to do
Mandela’s (real) 1994 inauguration address
Dear President Trump, Yesterday in doing some research on Marianne Williamson’s “Our deepest fear….” quote, I looked up Nelson Mandela’s 1994 inauguration address. I already knew he hadn’t used the quote, but I was wondering why the misattribution occurred. I think the closest line to the MW quote is probably “Let each know that for … Continue reading Mandela’s (real) 1994 inauguration address
“Our deepest fear…”
Dear President Trump, First thing this morning I thought of Marianne Williamson’s quote: “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.” It popped into my head when I was pouring my tea water. In trying to sort out why, I wondered if I was … Continue reading “Our deepest fear…”
We aren’t going back
Dear President Trump, I went by the fallen tree again this morning. It’s been dragged off the sidewalk back up into the yard from which it fell. Most of the branches have been cut off and hauled away and since, like I said on Monday, there were no leaves on the branches (none), there isn’t … Continue reading We aren’t going back
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