The Battle in Seattle
I haven't blogged in awhile. Sometimes it is good to take a break. Last time I wrote I asked for help concerning keeping my son safe. Help seemed to come. One night I looked in his room at him asleep (a favorite pastime of parents) with his cat, Mr. Tickles. For a split second I thought he was curled up with a tiger, both sleeping peacefully, the tiger clearly an ally. All around us there are shootings and murder, much more than usual. Our neighborhood is erupting with gang violence. But our home feels safe, and my son seems at ease. We've had good talks about violence, about choice, about taking stands, and about walking away from fruitless danger. Meanwhile, I've read long reports from old friends who were putting themselves in harms way trying to block delegates from entering the Republican National Convention. The reports back have me thinking on when and why I am willing to put myself at high risk of violence. The reports back have me thinking a lot on the cur...