Culture / feminism / Gender / Intersectionality / Policy / women
by Bryn Brody · Published June 9, 2021
Lisa Delpit said, “Those with power are frequently least aware of–or least willing to acknowledge–its existence [and] those with less power are often most aware of its existence.” When it comes to Critical Race Theory, it’s best to go to the source.
Culture / feminism / Intersectionality / Policy / women
by Bryn Brody · Published June 9, 2021 · Last modified June 8, 2021
Have you read “The Ones Who Walked Away From Omelas” by Ursula LeGuin? Beneath Omelas, a city of prosperity and contentment, lives a child in misery. We’re told that her unwilling sacrifice is necessary...
A black raspberry bush grows by my garden gate. I worked hard to compose that sentence. Originally, I had written, “I have a black raspberry bush,” but that implies an ownership neither the bush...
Family / feminism / history / Journeys / Relationships / Uncategorized / women
by Bryn Brody · Published April 14, 2021
In a religion that names and renames, that blesses with names at birth and in all our sacred spaces, that repeats those names in whispers, this religion is built on a tradition that tore the names from women, buried them in the desert along with their whispered stories, their prayers and visions. Silent and silenced, our nameless matriarchs have become a pillar of salt.
Culture / Intersectionality / Journeys / Relationships
by Bryn Brody · Published March 10, 2021 · Last modified March 8, 2021
Sitting on the bench, not seeing the full landscape, I never could have understood either the reward at the end or the role the bridge served in reaching that goal.
Belief / Culture / Policy / Relationships / women
by Bryn Brody · Published February 10, 2021 · Last modified February 7, 2021
This world is hard. Beautiful, and awesome, and heartbreakingly magnificent, but also incredibly damaging to our souls. Every day, little things break us down and tear us to pieces. Any tool that helps us keep it all together, that creates peace inside so we can share ourselves with others, well, that seems to me to be a worthy practice, and divinely appointed.
Juggling livestreams from the attempted coup on Wednesday, I heard one of the white women outside the Capitol yell, “This is what a peaceful protest looks like!” Simultaneously streaming from inside the Capitol building,...
It isn’t just my own loss that fills me with rage for the man who said he loved her and then held her down while he tore the breath from her body.
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