Category: Musings

When It Happened

Painting of a cell

What was Jim doing when it happened? Was he sleeping? He ran every day…was it on a run? Playing guitar? He’d been sanding the ancient wood floors of our small Oak Park bungalow. Did it happen then? Was he on the Metra train headed to work in Chicago’s loop? On the outside, life was normal.

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Deep Blue Miracle

rachelrenovation, The Book of Jim, Jim, art of a blue scrub jay

Despite the sunshine, the air carried a chill. When the wind picked up, my hair whipped across my face blocking my vision. Jim held his ball cap down as the gust shifted, an invisible force threatening to lift the hat off his head and send it out to sea. He pulled his coat closer. It hung

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Learning How to Spell Fascism

Women's March, Mom and daughter at women's march, January 22 2017, fascism, rachelrenovation

I didn’t see him approach. My head was turned in the opposite direction, my neck craning to see Alicia Keys on the jumbo-tron. Two trees, a building corner and a half million people stood between me and where Alicia spoke on stage. I was cold from standing still, wishing my fingerless gloves had fingers. My protest sign

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