Tag: Change

• How and Why I’m Participating in Day Without A Woman

  

  There are those who have difficulty accepting the words of someone as relatively privileged as I. They think I am ungrateful or that I am unqualified to speak about problems I, for the most part, do not have. On the contrary, it is specifically because I am grateful that I have chosen to speak out. It is specifically because I am privileged that I can speak out at all.

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  Change, Essays, Identity, Inequity, Women

• The Business

  

  I have to let go. When I send the mental message to my fingers, they do not move. I shout at them. Let go! Let go! My hands are shackles, clinging to the rail, as cold and rigid as frozen meat. Do I have to cut them off? Is that where I am?

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  Change, Dissatisfaction, Identity, Job, Poetry, Rant, Reorientation, Self

• Lesson Learned By Hurricane Lamp

  We found ourselves involved in conversations wherever we happened to be sitting at the time, because there was nowhere we had to be. No email we had to answer. No Facebook we had to check. I was constantly fighting the feeling that I had to cut the conversation short even though I didn’t and that made me realize that the computer has become too powerful a force in my life.

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  Change, Computers, Connection, Essays, Perspective, Reorientation

• I Know Nothing

  … more and more I understand that I shift and blend like sand and the patterns I draw on my beach cannot be permanent or I cease to be a beach and become more like those strange lacquered sandcastles that populate gift shops — frozen and removed from my source.

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  Change, Essays, Fame, Identity, Self

• Lament for Bookface

  All my essays look like business letters now.

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  Blogging, Change, Essays