Day #5 of the DNC: AKA Rock Bottom
Let’s go about tying up some of these loose ends this morning, shall we? I’ve been blogging so sporadically over the past few months that it…
DNC Day #4: The Hat I Wore to My Grandfather’s Funeral
I was living in London when my grandfather died, only he didn’t die quite as quickly as you’d think for a man who’d had a heart…
DNC Day #3: When All Eyes Were on Vermont
I’ve been through enough breakups (and failed real estate bids) to recognize the 5 Stages of Grief when I see them: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and…
Day #2 at the DNC
This morning finds me sandwiched between two Hillary delegates at the PA delegation breakfast. One is advocating for nuclear energy (what???) but also happens to be…
DNC Day #1
Being a delegate to the Democratic National Convention means making hard choices: do I avail myself of the free Bluecoat Gin at the welcome party and…
Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, and the Language of Massacre
On December 28, 1890, the U.S. 7th Cavalry Regiment intercepted a group of Lakota Native Americans en route to South Dakota’s Pine Ridge Agency and escorted…
The Time I caught Bernie Sanders’s Jacket
When I decided to make the trip up to New Hampshire to canvass for Bernie Sanders, it was mainly because I thought it would be cool…
A Racist Looks at The Nutcracker as a Form of Historical Dance
It’s been a while since I’ve seen The Nutcracker and a while since I’ve blogged too for that matter, but I’ll spare you all the apologies…
Rosaries and Ovaries: Standing for Planned Parenthood in Philadelphia
Well, that did not go according plan. I was sitting in Planned Parenthood, waiting for my annual exam and even though I had a great new…
The Plague of Stuff: We Buy, Who Pays?
Towards the end of every semester, I ask my anthropology students to conduct an inventory of their closets. It is both a nod to In Small…
Do I Look Like a Baby Killer?
This morning I went to Planned Parenthood. I go every three months to pick up my birth control pills and again in August just before my…
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