Writing

Seeds of Tolerance

My second year of university, I started a Pagan student group. This is the story of its beginnings and continued growth as part of a diverse and tolerant religious community. Published in If: a journal of spiritual exploration.

Against My Will: Death, Life, and Meaning for an Activist

In Findhorn, I learned that facing mortality can bring new meaning to an activist's work.

History of the Big Pink Banner

Story of the Fans For Peace Banner, well-known phenomenon in the world of Goo Goo Dolls fans.

Hours of Darkness

Story of my failed emigration attempt of 2002, finally answering all the people who asked, what happened?

The Beltane Table

Or: another tale from Synchronicity City. Beautiful things can happen when the right elements come together.

The Origins of Spam

You hear the word all the time, but do you ever wonder how spam came to be synonymous with junkmail?

Walking for Years

I returned to Scotland to celebrate the New Year and to prove that my experiences had been real. In reconciling the past, I caught a glimpse of the beautiful future waiting for me.

True Interfaith Dialogue

Letter to the Greater Hartford Interfaith Coalition for Equity and Justice, in response to their public meeting which was overwhelmingly Christian and completly monotheistic.

Scottish Immrams

My journal from the 22-day vision quest of my failed emigration. Combination of reflection, freewriting, poetry, and trance writing.

Code Pink

Report-back from the International Women's Day peace march in Washington, DC.

The World Says No To War

Report-back from the massive peace march in New York City, part of the largest political demonstration in history.

Smashing Ignorance [rant]

Response to a disturbing e-mail, challenging common misconceptions about immigrants, American culture, and politics.

Why do you go to protests?

Reflections after a peace deomonstration in Washington, DC.

Birth of a Dancer

At my first major political demonstration, I discovered not only a beautiful community of activists, but the dancer I'd always wanted to be.

The House that Harley Built

The house I shared with five others was cold and fragmented, until the introduction of a chihuahua who didn't understand closed doors.

The World We're Trying to Create

My first big American political demonstration, dancing a new world to life in the streets of San Francisco.

Guilt of a White Girl

How the internalized voices of war undermine the struggle for peace.