Bedknobs and Broomsticks, and The Sapphic Resistance

I’ve learned that today is Angela Lansbury Appreciation Day. I appreciate Angela Lansbury every day but since she taught me about lesbian witches, I shall offer a brief comment on the first lesbian witch to win my heart: Ms. Price. The obvious must be stated: Ms. Price is a lesbian and Bedknobs and Broomsticks can…

The Girls in My Heart

This semester is off to an intense and fulfilling start. I am fortunate to be working with such a wonderful, diverse group of professors, graduate colleagues, and students, to be inundated with scholarly experiences, and for my life to be saturated with reading and writing; I can’t think of anything better (except doing it all…

Diagnosing Me(dusa)

For anyone curious know my actual (read: legitimate) diagnosis from a competent and ethical professional — I will share the only psychiatric diagnosis I have ever received from a clinician / therapist with whom I have worked. I have seen various therapists in my life, but due to seeing them via campus counseling centers or…

All Things Wicked

The world points its deplorable finger at the most helpless and beautiful of its creatures, calling any threat to its destructive nature the very thing it is: wicked. I have made my life the space in witch: a space in which the proverbial witch may point her green finger back at the deplorable world and teach it the hex lesson it needs. Those…

Jesus is The Reason I’m a Feminist

Jesus is the reason I’m a feminist. I have not said this until now, but sitting in church at St. Paul’s ELC in Williamsville today – on Palm Sunday, hearing The Passion (a narrative built from the Gospel of Mark) read aloud, I had an epiphany and realized that I learned how to be a…

In Honor of Mike Lodick

I am at a total loss. In total shock. I just heard something that took my breath away. My friend, my dear sweet friend, Mike Lodick, free spirited, kindly humanitarian, director, and Buffalo theatre-lover, is no longer with us. I was with him last night, and tonight he is gone. I can’t believe I am…

To Love Oneself

To love oneself is not a disease. It is health. To respect oneself is to love oneself, and it is health, and it is more than health. Love and compassion for self is love and compassion for the universe, love is a state of perpetual sharing, it is a spiritual act of honoring the divine- a humble recognition of the…