This morning I met with a student who is working on a piece of historical fiction about distant family members who were settlers in the Dakotas. As we spoke about her writing, she mentioned fire that had burned the upper … Continue reading
While revisiting my last post, I became aware of what is a common conundrum for people of color, Jews, Natives, those with disabilities, and other marginalized groups. How are we to tell what is a microaggression, and what is simply an eddy in the swirl of social interaction?
My brief conversation with Dr. Spitz took place in the midst of normal, post-lecture, chaos. There were demands for her attention from many directions, and I had interjected a topic about which she had no previous knowledge. It is clear to me that Dr. Spitz meant no harm, and, given the context, had the next person with whom I spoke not abruptly turned away, I would not have thought much about it. Only after the second experience did the first become meaningful. Continue reading
Saturday evening we went to a lecture, at Burlington City Arts, about the short opera, Brundibar: A Musical Tale. Outside, the streets were filled with people. The night was relatively warm, Church street was gleefully alight, and Winterfest was in … Continue reading
Unlike the Western worldview in which the sacred and profane are divided, the everyday becoming profane and distant from the scared, in the shaman’s world, they are interwoven Continue reading