Whose Suffering Is It Anyway?

In the final days of my cat, Natasha’s life, was human comfort or feline comfort my priority? Already a spectral presence, frighteningly thin, weak, and silent, my dying cat took up residence under the bed exactly far enough from either side that she could not be reached. I lay on the floor, my arm outstretched…Continue Reading “Whose Suffering Is It Anyway?”

My niece witnessed an older woman in the supermarket checkout line deliberately turning a magazine to hide the cover photo of President-elect Obama. The woman who flipped the magazine around said nothing to explain her strange behavior. Was it a silent protest against a Democrat winning the election? An African-American? I found this story very…Continue Reading “How hate manifests when we’re afraid”