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Black Lives Matter
I am posting this here, because I know Bill would want me to. True, it's been a decade since he's died, but I still know his heart. We owe this post to every incredible student who allowed us the privilege of being their teacher. Silence is complicity, and education is an active voice. I've seen a lot of well-meaning white and non-Black people preaching truths a breath too early, calling light to their experiences in hate and struggle, begging for peace, supporting the "good" among the "bad apples" and decrying financial and structural loss. To them, I must say: Please, do, check your privilege. Privilege is a difficult term because it's supposed to be spoken in the context of empathy but, instead, its connotations lead us toward defense of the personal experience. Privilege, in this context, has NEVER meant that a person has not faced anti-privilege in another; it simply means that there are social constructs in place that permit a particular group--in this case "White People"--to
Advice From Your Editor
Hello, DA:
I'll be celebrating my tenth year as a professional editor soon. In this time, I've been fortunate to edit some rather lucrative commercial successes and some rather unnoticed niche novels--and a good deal of slush, slop and riot in between. I'm at a point in my career where I can pick and choose clients, pick and choose genres and form, and generally revel in the luxury of saying "No" whenever I want. It's a rather spoiled place, I won't lie, and I do enjoy it. More: I earned it.
The other day, I was speaking with a potential client, someone I've rejected a time or two before whom I didn't fancy working with this time 'round, an
Let us Believe in Forever
I can't believe five years have passed so quickly without you, Pip--and yet, they still seem slow when compared to the years I had with you. Wherever you are, I hope I'm making you proud.
Creidimis sa Tsíoraíocht.
Finding Pip When I Need Him:
I ache when the world does, and maybe that's a bit too much ego, and maybe that's just a little too close to cowardice, but it's the putting in rather than the putting on that makes another's shoes uncomfortable. Empathy isn't a promise to feel as another feels, to have walked as another's walked. Empathy is the understanding that I ache, and you ache, and it's the aching where we meet--rather than the road that brought us to it. I don't know your pain, and you don't know mine, but that's okay. We don't have to share an injury to acknowledge a wound.
(Recorded 11/09; Transcribed 12/14)
Peace be with those so brutally affected by violence, r
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Hi, Bill,
As you can probably tell, I didn't get this on time. I hope you are doing much better and being able to do some fun things.
Hugs,
Anj
As you can probably tell, I didn't get this on time. I hope you are doing much better and being able to do some fun things.
Hugs,
Anj