When we are hurt, we’re told it’s because we didn’t fight back.
When we fight back, we’re told we’re the aggressors.
When we are wronged, we are told to trust our justice system.
When we try to get justice, we are told we are the oppressors and ruining the lives of those who have wronged us. Continue reading →
Originally posted on Thoughts on Fantasy: I’m not averse to a few fantasy clichés on a book cover – they let me know at a glance that I’m looking at a fantasy fiction novel, and can be nice if used in creative or appealing ways. As with all clichés, however, they become eye-roll-worthy when used…
I think of this quote often these days. I think of the Jewish lives, gay lives, disabled lives, Roma lives, and so many more that were lost to xenophobia and scapegoating and those who fanned their flames, whether out of hatred or political convenience. Continue reading →
Please call. A life and death vote is happening at the end of the month. Call your senators NOW. If you live in a state where there is a single payer bill on the table, call your state senators or whoever else is voting on it. Then call all your friends and tell them to do the same. Tell your spouse to call. Tell your mom to call. Tell everyone to call. If the AHCA (Trumpcare) passes, Americans will die. So call like your life depends on it. It could.
I have been having a hard time processing the rising number of hate crimes in this country. Harder still processing the seeming silence of so many, both in my own life and on the political stage. Every time an Indian American man is killed I hug my half-Indian boyfriend tighter, wondering if he will be next. Every time I text him to get paper towels on his way home, I wonder if my simple request is what will get him killed. When he wears his Sith costume to DM a Star Wars game or wears a kurta to work, I wonder if that is what will get him mistaken for a terrorist by some idiot who cannot even properly identify the people he ignorantly hates.
But this recent act of terrorism in Portland, that claimed two lives and nearly claimed a third, has affected me more than I was prepared for. After two nearly sleepless nights and a fullblown anxiety attack while watching Harry Potter Weekend, I tried to process my feelings by putting them into words. Words, whether spoken, written, sung, keened, or carved in stone on a memorial are how we process these evils. How we remember who sacrificed and for what. Stories of heroes like Arthur, Aragorn, and Harry Potter are what we need when the world grows dark and uncertain and the right path grows more daunting or harder to find.
These fictional heroes are the best of us, our real flesh and blood heroes writ large across timeless stories that are still very much stories of their times. This is why I became a writer in the first place. So I hope you will take the time to read my words. I hope that they help in some small way as we, like Theoden, wonder what to do against such reckless hate. Continue reading →
This right here. When normal people are tired they rest and then they are better. When someone with a chronic illness is “out of spoons” their ability level is shot and their fatigue is overwhelming and may take days (or weeks or longer) to recover.
It’s Irish History Month and Women’s History Month, so come join an Irish American writer (who also happens to be a woman) talk historical fiction, Irish folklore, and whatever else you want to know. And it’s on Facebook. So you don’t even need pants. Continue reading →