Another week, another white man kills a random group of people.
My father in law is known for saying “it’s not the bullet with your name on it that you have to worry about, it’s the one marked “To who it may concern.”
We are losing our people to white terrorists.
Join me in a winding podcast filled with poems and thoughts about privilege, being an ally, and empathy.
A haiku on Twitter, a mass shooting in Boulder, and the freedom of pain killers results in an open discussion on dismantling privilege and the desperate need we have as a nation for empathy in our citizens.
We were so reassured going in to this surgery that I finally had a problem that could be fixed so imagine our dismay when the surgeon came out and told us that there was nothing for them to fix. We had operated for no reason.
I woke up in recovery with all the same problems I came in with, and no solutions.
We have been kicked in the teeth, just devastated. The only thing that has been getting us through it is our friends. Loving messages, flowers, a necklace made of vodka shots and ribbon (for after the anesthesia wears off), and so much support we can’t help but feel we aren’t alone in this.
Misty welcomes you back to her podcast. Which she totally stopped recording because of a seasonal break or some other intentional reason instead of basic overwhelmed spoonie forgetfulness. Totally.