Every day, hundreds of thousands of human beings perform a choreographed dance that brings a little bit of paper – a wedding invitation, a letter of condolences, a birthday card – from one part of the country to another. And in a world where so much is fleeting, the focus on physical connection is an achievement worth celebrating.
This is Black History Month, and the stories we should tell are about the human beings who worked together in a variety of spaces and formats to resist dehumanization, subjugation, violence and evil. It is that collaboration I want us to focus on.
I’m originally from a part of the country that usually gets a tolerable amount of snow each winter. My life was rarely troubled by large snowfalls. And when big storms came, they brought days off from school. For someone whose responsibilities could be counted on one hand, snow typically made my days more joyful.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken the train to New York or Boston from home. It is a trip I made relatively often as a child, thanks in large part to my dad’s employment with Amtrak.
On January 23, 2020, the World Health Organization declared the COVID-19 pandemic to be a Public Health Emergency of International Concern. And here we are, two years later, still dealing with the pandemic. I don’t need to explain what we’ve lived through to anybody who is listening today. But should this episode of Community Radio be heard by anyone in the future unaware of what it felt like to live through this, let me briefly share a few thoughts.
For Friends’ End Day 2020, James Howarth gifted a Choose Your Own Adventure journey, culminating in one of four gifts. For your enjoyment (without the concluding gifts), here is the Choose Your Own Adventure! (For full CYOA fun, we recommend reading this on a computer, rather than a smartphone. It makes the journey from page […]
Hey James, Well, it’s been about a week and a half since Friends’ End Day. What an incredible weekend that was, full of discovery and creativity and vulnerability. I continue to be grateful for our community of friends who show up for these things we’ve built. And this party in particular wouldn’t be possible if […]
Hey James, John Prine died this week. I won’t claim that it shook me to my core, or that I broke down when I heard the news. It was more like the moment immediately after you get a bad papercut, when you feel some small painful thing, but you know the blood will start to […]