From D.W.: Four days ago the United States House of Representatives, against all the recommendations and evidence to the contrary, decided that transgendered children were better left to their own devices than receiving the kindness and care from physicians that can actually improve and, in many cases, save their
From D.W.: On April 28th, 1996 in Port Arthur, Australia, a man named Martin Bryant killed two people who bought a property that he thought should have gone to his father. By the end of the day, 35 people were killed and 23 others were wounded by Martin and
From D.W.: It's Christmas-time. Or hadn't you heard? I was digging through the archives to find profound things to post about the Christmas, or advent, or what have you. And fear not, Rachel had plenty of beautifully inspiring or passionately censorious writing about this
From D.W.: A couple of quick ones mid-week just because I was thinking about it... A couple of weeks ago our President said, to a female reporter asking a legitimate question, "quiet, Piggy." Last week the same President vowed to “permanently pause migration from all Third
From D.W.: Thanksgiving is over now. Christmas season, for those that observe it in a particular way, has begun. Admittedly, as someone raised in a non-liturgical faith tradition, I've never really understood what Advent was all about. For Rachel, though, this slow transition between the two
From D.W.: Well, tomorrow's the day. It would have been our thirteenth Wedding Anniversary. And it is the second one without Rachel. This is the memorial that's hardest, I think. Harder than her birthday, or mine. Or Christmas. Or even the anniversary of her death.
From D.W.: Our Anniversary is now just over a week away. I don't have much to say about it that wouldn't sound canned or confused. There's this notion that gets discussed often in the "widow community" (yes, there's a
From D.W.: Our Anniversary is coming up soon. In just a couple of weeks. I don't know how that's going to affect me this time around, and I've learned that it's foolish to try and predict grief. But what I do
From D.W.: Tomorrow is election day. It was both one of Rachel's favorite days of the year and, particularly in the last decade, one of the most anxiety ridden and frustrating. It's become redundant and almost tiresome to keep saying that "this is one
From D.W.: In Houston it can take a while before you actually start to feel the Summer fade into Autumn, but it's happening. It's never the full-fever flame out that you get in more northern climes, but it happens. And boy, is it ever
From D.W.: I know that, in the larger landscape of issues that involve actual, real human suffering, that the White House is just a building. And it's a building with no shortage of historical trauma in its DNA, having been built by forced labor on stolen land.
From D.W.: Maybe it's because Autumn is creeping in. Maybe because I just had lunch with a very old friend I hadn't seen in 15 years. Or maybe it's just because I'm kind of hungry today, but I thought I'