As I write this, it's still uncertain under what circumstances Dr. Christine Blasey Ford will testify Thursday before the Senate Judiciary committee about her alleged sexual assault in high school by Brett Kavanaugh, Trump’s nominee for a lifetime seat on the Supreme Court.
Returning from a hiatus always fills me with a kind of anxious obsessiveness in writing this blog post, as if I could possibly catch up with everything missed in the interim, as if I needed to bleed words.
A quiet conversation can be transformative—infinitely more so than those decibel elevated, heated arguments where each person is hell-bent on convincing the other, or is refusing to budge, or insists on winning as defined by the other losing.
I know I've been raving on about words even more than usual lately, but that's because to abuse language is to abuse thought itself, and we are drowning in abuses of thinking. Rethinking refreshes the mind.